Guiding your car into the parking space, you turn off the engine and just sit there. The dashboard clock says that it’s only eight o’clock. You’re four hours early and the rain shows no sign of stopping. So, you decide to listen to the radio to pass the time.
However, no matter which station you tune the radio to, all you can hear is crackling static and something that sounds suspiciously like ominous chanting. After a lot of twiddling, you finally manage to pick up what sounds like an opera on Classical FM, but it soon becomes apparent that it’s actually the anguished howling of souls lost in the aether. For starters, it’s much more tuneful than the average opera.
Even so, it starts to grate on you after a while, so you decide that the manor house would probably be a more interesting place to spend the next four hours. Still, it’s absolutely pouring down with rain outside.
Sighing, you open the glove compartment. Below a pile of old letters and a few half-eaten tubes of mints, you find your emergency “cag in a bag” rain mac. You’re sure that it must have come with the car, since it’s been sitting there untouched for as long as you can remember.
This might have something to do with the fact the bag for the rain mac is an unsightly shade of neon yellow and lime green that clashes with almost everything that you’ve ever worn. It might also have something to do with the fact that the jacket inside probably hasn’t been fashionable since at least 1993. You’re sure that it’ll come back into fashion eventually but, fortunately or unfortunately, this hasn’t happened yet.
Still, it’s raining pretty heavily outside. What will you do?