Then he probably wouldn’t be soaked, traumatized, unpleasantly hungry in more than one way and utterly lost. He’d probably still be at home, trying to figure out how to pay for the oil and his utilities now that he was jobless. Searching the classifieds in vain for anything above minimum wage, if even that, probably eating out of date cereal, idly checking the clock to see if the news is on so he could find a way to kill twenty minutes. Probably watch a rerun of Pacific Rim because damn if he had anything better to do, he never really did. He considered whether or not that would be preferable to the life he lived now and at times like this, he certainly thought so.