"Alright, Camila, we're here," Antonio said, turning off the car. The rain wasn't drizzling anymore but was a heavy downpour. He took off his seatbelt and glanced over at her.

She hadn't moved, just breathing softly, her head leaning to the side. Still pretty out of it.

"Hey, Camila," he said a bit louder, giving her a gentle shake.

Her eyes fluttered open, all blurry. "Huh? Are we... home?"

"Yep, we're here. Let's get you inside before you get soaked." He reached for her seatbelt. ...