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It was a good- old fashioned cats- and- dogs kind of rain, the kind that started off as an annoying sticky wet cold mist and then rapidly degenerated into the kind of rain Noah was expecting.
Dr. James Noble had killed enough time in his cousin Donna's bookstore, he supposed. He needed to get home and get the grant proposals started and maybe even work on his beloved ancient blue sports car in his Aunt Sylvia's garage. She was in pieces (the car, not Sylvia) and his aunt was becoming rather surly about it. She was surly most of the time, of course but she was especially grouchy about the car parts everywhere. He had been sure he could have fixed it himself. That was not working out well for him but he was too stubborn to admit it.
Which was why he was waiting for the bus. Aunt Sylvia had refused the use of her car, and Donna's was also spoken for. "You're gonna miss it, Jamie, get your arse out to the stop! It won't stop at my door. I've tried. Even showed a little leg and everything and it didn't work," Donna yelled from the self- help section.
He grabbed his big umbrella, his favorite, with the solar system and stars printed outside and in. On the rainiest day you could still look up and see the stars. He waved goodbye to Donna. She nodded in return and turned her attention to a customer. He ventured out into the deluge.
The shelter was already full so there was a line of people drowning in hoodies or hidden under colorful umbrellas that looked like giant mushrooms in the rain.
Except for one person- a woman, engaged in mortal combat with a recalcitrant umbrella. She was young, blonde and scowling angrily. The Doctor thought he'd never seen anyone more beautiful.