He waited. Looked both ways. Chuckling to himself. Remembering his mother's warning. How long has it been?

No matter.

It was the only time he could go out.

Part 1.

He stared out the window. The rain never seems to end here. Move to Seattle, she said. I promise. It will be worth it. He smiled. So far, it had been. But no matter how much you anticipate a rainy season, it is much darker and grayer than you think. Depressing. Dreary. Shake it off.

Rita buzzes in your next patient, and the click of the door reveals Rachel.