Normal
Addie stood by the window gazing out at the cold, rainy Toronto Monday morning. Typical. Weather just like Britain. She sniffed sub-consiously, icey hands cupping a tin mug full of warmth. It had been raining for, what? Two, three hours now. Her shift on patrol was in another hour. She would be soaked. Again.
Funny. She thought. Every time I'm on patrol, it rains. And it's cold.
"Still raining?"
Addie tore her glassy stare from the rain pelted window, to face her best friend.
"What?"
George's brow furrowed.
"I said is it still raining?"
"Oh.. Yes, it is. Must be me."
"What must be you?"
Addie directed her gaze again, to the out side.
"Never mind George."
"Alright. When is your patrol?"
"What?"
Addie looked around again. She met George's eyes, which were full of concern.
"Are you alright? You've been... a little out of sorts today. It's not like your normal self."
"George," She began, with the smallest smile tugging at her mouth, "When have I ever been normal?"