Rain poured from the skies, buckets of the stuff, as you ran for shelter. Heels slapping the slick pavement, you finally caught sight of your new home. With a quick expel of hot air from your mouth, you ran even faster to your door, desperately searching for your key. You find the little bastard hiding in a little pocket to the side. You turn it in the lock, and whip open the door, hurtling yourself inside, dripping wet and freezing. You shudder as you slip the heels off of your feet, and shuffle to your bathroom, grabbing a towel from the door. You rub your soaked hair, hissing and spitting at your luck. "WHY did I even THINK it would be a good idea to move to ENGLAND, of all places? Spain? No, much too cheery and warm. France? Nooo, of course not. The food is MUCH too good. Germany? Being offered a beer every time I come into a person's home? NO!" You grumble, wrapping the towel around you and went off into the kitchen. "Of course," you muse to yourself, "I could have certainly picked a better place in Britain to stay. Maybe with less rain." You ready the ingredients for a certain tea you favored, and set the electric teapot to boil. You sigh, and lean your forehead against the cupboard. "I wouldn't even be here if not for the money..." You whisper, tightening the towel around your shoulders. Fortunately for you, you did not notice the curtains being drawn back in the house directly across the street, nor the two vivid blue eyes peek out from the upstairs window. The eyes narrowed for a moment or two, focusing and taking in your slumped form. But then, they widened, and widened further, and the little boy with the funny hat knew that he didn't have to play alone anymore.