Tim shook his head a bit as they walked away from the cave. He rubbed one of his arms to warm it as they walked. He was sort of angry that his coat was gone. It was his favorite--and only-- jacket. And it was November. It was cold as all hell outside, and it was still dropping. He made a noise that could easily be translated to "fuck."

"That was my only jacket, man! And it was perfect! It was honest to god the perfect jacket! I found it at Avalon's Thrift Store and it was amazing and now I dont have a jacket anymore! Why... um, why does...uh..."

His anger boiled away in a matter of seconds. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide. He shook his head in bewilderment as he looked around.

"What? What is it?" Sophia asked, just as confused as he was by this point.

"Everything is dry." he said, shocked. "There was, like, a goddamn torrential downpour about twenty minutes ago. There is no way that the sun would have dried all of this up so fast. What the hell happened?"