“Stop it,” Dale whispers. Lara glances over at him. Who is he speaking to, exactly? “Stop it right now,” he says a little louder. She looks out of the corner of her eye. “Stop raining.” He is calm, assured, as he should be. Lara smiles and takes a hand off the wheel and pats his arm as she drives towards the end of the road. Her heart begins to return to normal.