She had parked herself on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the campus green and watched out of the corner of her eyes for him to come near, then she had stood suddenly and caused him to bump into her, although it had been a harder bump than she was ready for, and she had dropped her notebook full of sketches into the little fountain. He had then suddenly lost his composure and splashed around the fountain to retrieve her drawings while she laughed so hard tears came down her cheeks. They have been together since. An overhanging branch, heavy with rain, slaps the windshield and makes her jump. She must focus on the task at hand. She pushes to reach the highway.
She can’t decide whether to cry or laugh. She is racing to save the world, but she must first save her sons from Frank.