She sighed as the faucet spurted out a blackish brine onto the ceramic of her sink. Having to buy water at the commissary was terrible enough, but-- her room was going to smell like fish and sewage until the rain stopped and she could open the windows-. To cap the day off, her apartments lights started browning out. There was no way she would work at home today, and Sam resented the cacophony of raindrops on the windows, and the way the wind made the walls creak, as she took the short walk to the cyber café. She took a moment at the entrance of the building, seeing people hurridly braving the storm, before sealing up her jacket and backpack before venturing out into the torrent. It was almost like this little slice of the world was ending.

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