The first thing that was noticeable when they stepped outside was the darkening sky. It was still the evening; the sky was darker, tinged with the orange glow of the sunset. The clouds appeared as one huge grey sheet looming over the city. No signs of thunder, but there was a breeze and it had begun to drizzle once they reached the car.<br/><br/>Lisa sank back into the driverâ€™s seat and immediately put on the radio. She always listened to music while she drove, after a rough day it helped her concentrate. Tuning out the rest of the world and focusing on the road ahead of her was just what she needed at a time like this. No sooner had the left the parking lot, the drizzle turned into light rain, which she found to be somewhat out of place. Today had been a good day, but apparently the weather was not agreeing with her. To prevent herself from diving into those darker thoughts she simply focused on the music. Every now and then she would hum along to some familiar tune she had known since childhood, while Samuel remained silent in the back staring out the window. He has never liked her taste in music so she briefly wondered what he was focusing on.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m sorry, I just want to get home and out of this rain,â€ she replied when Samuel commented on her driving. The reality of it was that she was going the speed limit. Driverâ€™s Ed and her mother had it pounded into her head not to go over five miles over the limit. That was what was legally acceptable, in most areas, so she stuck by that rule. â€œI will go slower form here on out.â€ She shifted in her seat and ever so slightly lifted her foot from the gas pedal until the car slowed down. It was still in range in the limit so people wouldnâ€™t ride her ass, but the change was noticeable enough to where she hoped Samuel was satisfied. These drives were always a little rough. He seemed to want to communicate but in the end he would nitpick about something minute or nonexistent.<br/><br/>When they reached her house, a small townhouse closer to the suburbs, two floors, three bedrooms and one bathroom, she dared to glance back at Samuel through the rearview mirror. â€œIâ€™ll be cooking dinner in a few, get ready.â€ She told Samuel as she got out of the car. She wasnâ€™t a psychiatrist but she did her best with the resources she had, namely the internet and a few books she had looked into at one point, to get a better understanding of the field. On the side, she even thought about college. A class in psychology might help her crack this case. However, she had shot down the idea when she decided she didnâ€™t want to rely on being book taught. She felt that the connection she was trying to build with Samuel would feel more natural if she went with her gut, as opposed to one having been created by book methods.<br/><br/>That was why Lisa looked to books for guidance instead of having her hand held.<br/><br/>As usual Lisa went right to the kitchen and brewed some tea and cook dinner for the evening. â€œAlright, letâ€™s see what I can whip upâ€¦â€ She murmured to herself, switching on the small television sitting on the island in the center of the kitchen. Background noise was all that was, most of the time she hardly paid any attention to it. What they were having for dinner was still a mystery; she usually went with whatever she felt making like that night unless a craving called out to her. She wanted to ask Samuel what he might have wanted but as usual he must have retreated to his room. He spent most of his time in there, probably in his own world far away from everything. Sometimes he would socialize, to an extent. Holding a conversation over dinner without him shutting himself off would be a wonderful accomplishment.