Rain splattered heavily on the windows. Thunder boomed in the distance. It was all too fitting for a situation like this.

“Where have you been?” Leon asked as you shut the door to your apartment. He was sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of whiskey clenched in his hand. He had a tendency to drink when you disappeared like this.

Giving you an accusatory look, his eyes raked up and down your rain soaked clothes. “Well? Explain yourself.”