Alex crushed a plastic cup between his fingers and put it in a garbage bag, lit a cigarette, peering at her windows again - it's dark, the blinds are closed. Though he wouldn't have missed it, he's been stuck here for several hours since he called the college and found out that Katherine was late at work. Lately, he seemed to have returned to work as a patrolman, patrolling her windows.

The radio crackled softly, sometimes he heard short messages. The rain drizzled on the windshield, and the wipers smeared the drops, creaking rubber evenly and monotonously.

I saw her instantly, even reacted before I realized that this was Kat...