London 1886
The weather was dreadful. Air was hot and humid, making the clothes stick to the skin. Wind started picking up. Clouds were heavy and dark. Just when Finny, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy finished shopping, weather turned for the worse and started pouring.
"Hurry! The bags will get wet if we don't!" Baldroy screamed at the other two.
"W-Wait! I can't… run anymore. Let's… Let's take a break." Mey-Rin yelled back.
Finny and Baldroy stopped near the back alley and waited for Mey-Rin to catch her breath.
"Are you alright?" Finny asked.
"Hah… Hah… I-I'm fine," Mey-Rin replied as she continued to wheeze.
"Don't overwork yourself."
"Geez, now we definitely won't be back without getting drenched," Baldroy complained. "Can we go now? We'll be late for dinner, and Sebastian's going to yell at us."
"Ok, ok. Let's go, Mey-Rin."
Mey-Rin took a deep breath and said, "Ok. I'm fine n- AHHHHHH!" She screamed as something fell on top of her.
"Mey-Rin!" Finny yelled. "Are you ok?"
"S-somehow," Mey-Rin replied as she struggled to get up. It took her a while to get herself together and actually get up.
"Anyway, what is this?" asked Baldroy as he leaned in. "Shit! It's a person!"
"Whoa! What do we do with him? We can't just leave him here," replied Finny.
"But he's dressed extremely weird… Is it alright?" asked Mey-Rin.
"We might get scolded by Young Master and Sebastian," Finny responded.
"We're late and the groceries is all wet, so we might as bring him back with us," said Baldroy as he picked the stranger up. "Finny, can you carry his bag and groceries at the same time?"
"Yup!"
"Then let's go!"