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The rain drips off the gutters and splashes to the ground, splintering into tiny drops as it hits the pavement. The dark clouds make the early afternoon seem like evening, and even the streetlamps are beginning to shine. Guppy sweeps his soggy curls back as he goes, never having been sensible enough to bother investing in an umbrella.
"There he is."
"People might see us here."
"No, there's nobody around. I'm going to teach him to put his filthy hands on me. They keep saying we need cleaner hospitals."
Guppy stops and looks around in the direction of the voice. He watches the bushes intently, wondering whether to approach or run. He wasn't going to be scared of these people, if they were there.
At this point he nearly jumps out of his skin when he gets his wet hair flopped over his eyes from behind. He spins around to find Woody grinning at him from under a large blue umbrella.
"What you doing out here in the rain?" Woody stops when he sees Guppy's face. "You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He looks back at the bushes.
Maybe I just imagined it.
Woody follows his gaze and moves towards the bushes. He pokes them with his umbrella. There is a rustling before a very soggy crow shoots out and flies off squawking into the rain. He grins, comes back and thumps Guppy on the shoulder.
"No bogeymen in there today mate. Come on, you're getting drenched."
He puts the umbrella over Guppy and they walk on. As soon as they round the corner a fairly short blonde man comes out, one side of his jacket covered in mud.
"Lucky escape." he snarls. "You're still dead."