A soggy cardboard box sat bunched into the corner at the end of the alley. The rain had turned it from something resembling a box into something resembling a pile of porridge. The rain was a loud buzzing, almost sizzling on the concrete. Weather shut the entire city of De Longria down; its infrastructure was not equipped to handle an excess of water and its citizens were not equipped to handle an excess of fear.

Just Terrific pulled his hands from his slick slippery pockets and thrust them into the air, feeling the needles of water pummel his palms. Forecast said another three hours of rainfall, which was good because most water crimes could be accomplished in one. The chip in his ear clicked on: "It's open."

Just Terrific shook his hands of the thick cold rain. This alley was a puzzle. He had not expected a dead end but this plot wasn't over. Not yet. He moved forward until he came to the end of the alley, against a tall wall of black bricks. He glanced down at the soggy box, thinking of his old apartment. He was unable to make the connection but he knew one existed. He lost his apartment the last time it had rained in De Longria... six years ago. A really bad day. Just Terrific was still working on setting things right.

Music played behind him, some sort of agonized wailing. De Longria had these street musicians: poor screamers with nothing on their minds and determined to let you know about it. They combined their voices with whatever contraptions they had available: mostly thick aluminum sheets and long metal rods. It was illegal to interact with the screamers but the rain nullified most of the rules. Not officially. But who was going to enforce them during a storm? Most people couldn't be bothered to step outside during the freakish weather and no one was going to make sure the screamers were okay.

Just Terrific examined the wall for flaws. This was his entry point! According to Come On it was open. But Come On wasn't looking at this wall. Come On was looking past the wall. She was always a step ahead which was GREAT but somebody needed to keep their head in the moment. Just Terrific was that somebody. He was hired for it. It was JUST TERRIFIC.

He was not in the moment. He needed to come back to the moment. That had been happening a lot... getting lost in his thoughts every time Come On entered them. She was trouble. She was TROUBLE!

"It's not open," he muttered. "Where is it open?"

"Look under the box," Come On's terse, irritated voice came back at once. She had no patience. Neither did he, to be fair. They made a good team.

THUNDER CRACKED OVERHEAD and terminated the screamer's tortured sounds. The mouth of the alley was quiet again. Even they were afraid of the phenomenon. Just Terrific ignored it as best he could and kneeled beside the collapsed cardboard box. He didn't know how Come On came by this information but she could see things he didn't. That's why she was back at Central and he was out in THE RAIN.

He kicked the wet box aside and found Come On's entry point. "Nice work," her voice in his ear sounded, full of sarcasm and impatience. “Can we get this done in three hours?”