The bower was even more beautiful than it actually seemed from afar. Covered by glass windows against the rain and humid wind outside, it was a delicate mixture of wood and flowers, cozy ornaments and a decorative heater shaped as a fireplace. There were even flickering flames in it yet my attention was turned to the raindrops gingerly tracing down the glass window next to me while I was listening to my dearest friend Rain Man. "...so I quit the job yesterday...", he went on, "And now I need to pack up which, I guess, will be easy. If others can do it in 2 days, so can I theoretically."