She hated the rain. It made her hair frizz. It made her makeup run. Addison Montgomery needed some sunshine. Sitting in the airport lounge waiting for her flight to be called she watched the rain through the window.
'Mark hates the rain too,' the voice in her head told her, 'and he stayed for you.'
Suddenly her head was filled with thoughts; thoughts she'd banished to a locked box inside her mind.
And with
that Addison Montgomery rose from her seat and walked towards the
door.
Towards the rain...
"I
don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I don't think I'm gonna go
to LA anymore
I don't know how to land and not race to your door
I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore..."
- "In Your
Atmosphere", John Mayer