Rae steadied the umbrella above her then tilted it to hold back the dark sideways rain. She hurried across the parking lot but got to the corner only in time to see the #19 pulling away from the bus stop. Annoyed, she slumped down onto the wooden bench in the shelter to wait out the next twenty minutes. Staring into inky puddles, listening to the streetlights hum, Rae thought about how much she hated working at that crappy store. Distracted, she didn’t notice immediately that someone stood behind, but feeling uneasy, she turned slowly to her right just as the sudden blast of light cracked the silence.