The rain soaks through your clothes as you huddle under the sparse shelter of a tree, your small suitcase clutched tightly in your hand. The sidewalk beneath you glistens with water, reflecting the orange glow of the streetlights above. You can hear the distant rumble of a car engine growing louder, cutting through the steady patter of raindrops on leaves.

Finally, headlights appear around the corner, and you recognize Hobie's beat-up old car immediately. It skids to a stop beside the curb, tires screeching slightly on the wet pavement. The engine cuts off, and the door flies open before you can even stand up.

Hobie rushes toward you, his leather jacket already dotted with raindrops. His usual confident stride is replaced with something more urgent as he approaches. In the dim light, you can see the tension in his jaw and the fire in his eyes - not anger directed at you, but fierce protectiveness.

He kneels down beside you, ignoring the puddle he's kneeling in, and his expression softens when he meets your gaze. "Aye mate... Come on, let's get you settled in my place. Pretty cold in the rain, innit?" His voice is gentle but firm, offering no room for argument.