It was a day where the rain in Landon fell unceasingly.
The sound of rain was everywhere with occasional hail banging on the rooftop.
By nightfall, the rain merged with the night; a white fog hung in the air.
Cheney Residence.
Yolanda Fern seemed to catch a cold after returning from the cemetery. After taking some cold medicine, she went to bed early.
Before she slept, she made a call to Sylvan Cheney.
She reminded him of a few things after learning that he had left for T City, and then hung up the phone.
Feeling the effects of the cold medicine, Yolanda struggled to keep her thoughts straight as she drifted into slumber.
The rain outside was steadily beating against the window glass, pattering loudly.
Cheney Residence was starkly silent, only lined with street lights outside, casting lights on the ground.
The yellowish glow reflected off the stagnant water on the ground like lustrous, pristine mirrors.
Two o'clock in the morning.
Yolanda had a restless sleep.
