It was raining when he left her. He had found a sheet of plastic which he covered her with, so she wouldn't be soaked. He hadn't wanted to leave her in this awful place, but if they discovered him here with her, they would arrest him and he knew he couldn't make it in a prison. His brain would short-circuit and he would end up committing suicide. If they didn't kill him first!
The lights of the neon-billboards were reflected in the water covering the streets and he felt an overloading of his senses. The sound of the car horns attacked his hearing, the rain mixed with the smoke from oil drum fires and produced the smell of a forest fire, one which he could almost taste. The cold from his soaked clothes rendered his skin numb, but he ignored it and kept on walking. Tried to forget. Six hours later the sun came up. He had to get indoors. Even if it was still raining, the radiation from the Sun made his head hurt. He found his room half an hour later, but it was too late. The headache was