The early autumn night was a bit chilly, so she had a shawl over her dress. Gently and quietly, she walked back into Raphael's world.

In the dimly-lit lobby, Raphael glanced up at the woman before him.

It was his wife, six months pregnant.

Elissa held an umbrella, folding it shut, and water droplets cascaded to the ground. Only then did he realize it was raining outside. As he Looked up, the faint tear at the corner of his eye became barely visible.

In a hoarse tone, he asked, "Why are you here? It's raining outside. How did you get here? Did the driver bring you?"