"Dad?!"
She can't see his face from this distance, but who else would have the keys? Before she can truly register it, Tina is in front of the chair and nearly to the eaves before she stops. The rain has not let up along the sides of the house as much as it has in front; so, the only glimpse of the world is ahead.
If she runs forward, Tina won't be caked in the stuff like she would have only minutes before. It's light enough that she might only be splattered a little. Oddly enough, the pounding slaps seem to have muted and only a strange buzz fills her ears. It sounds pleasant, like the fact the she will be reunited with father soon.
