There was such a flood that one would say the cars are swimming. That made us reach our destination an hour and a half later than the estimated arrival time.
In that span of time, I had dozed off and woken up multiple times in fear of missing my stop. For some reason, my concerns for that woman haunted me, as though there was something incomplete to it. For starters, I didn't even know her name, and yet, I had cared for her.
'You are one damn, stupid person, you know,' my brain remarked. 'That's the first thing a person asks when they meet them.'
'Excuse me, but we were in a life or death situation,' I snapped back. 'That was most unmistakably not the time to get to know each other. For all I know, she may be dead by now, even with the necklace.'
