It never ends

Now you're back where you started, except you're dripping wet. You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself, trying to gain some semblance of warmth. Guess you'll just have to wait for the rain to pass or you'll freeze to death, whichever comes first.



The rain stops after what feels like hours. You've survived. You're still freezing cold, though.

A man comes running down the path. He runs past you, does a double take, and runs back towards you. His feet slide on the wet grass when he tries to stop, and he falls to the ground. When he tries to stand up he slips and falls again. He makes many attempts to get up, but eventually gives up and stays seated on the ground. The man brushes a few strands of light blue hair from his face and looks up at you.

"Hey!" he beams, as if he hasn't just made a complete fool of himself. "Was that rain cool or what?" The hair he pushed back flops in front of his face, and he shakes his head, spraying water droplets everywhere like a dog.