Ever since the unfortunate (for lack of a better term) circumstances which led Frank to finally agree to going to the cottage with his best friend, the optimism had drained out of him. A road trip with Selma would normally seem like a good time, but every kilometer more was only more taxing on his emotions.<br/><br/>Weeks previous to this trip, Selma had suggested it, and first he had refused. Burdened with the belief that he was entirely responsible for coping with his loss while still maintaining proper work ethic, led him to taking forced vacation days. Eventually he agreed to go to Selma's relative's old cottage and take time away.<br/><br/>The drive was long but felt longer especially when Selma was driving and he had not much to preoccupy his mind except the death of his wife and ex. Part of him felt there was someone specifically targeting him, but another didn't believe that there was anyone who had it in for him that badly. Either way, he had to keep reminding himself that it was the police's job now. When he finally stopped the car at what seemed to be the distant cottage in the middle of nowhere, Frank slouched in his seat. Now there was nothing to do but "relax".<br/><br/>"The rain's fine with me,' he responded, getting out just a few moments after Selma. The rain really didn't bother him, nor did the snow or hail. It was when it was too hot and dry that he'd get moody about it.<br/><br/>Taking a bunch of bags and a suitcase from the back, not minding whose exactly it was (they all needed to be unloaded anyway), he began quietly piling everything in the front door when Selma had gotten around to opening it. The cottage was actually bigger than he'd expected. Not anything massive but still big enough  that he could understand why someone might be able to stay out here for a while, namely Selma's relative. The smell of rotting wood and dust he opted to ignore, though part of him hoped it wouldn't last.<br/><br/>It took him a while to notice he wasn't really talking, which wasn't like him at all, though he was almost positive his friend did, so he started talking for her sake mainly, " I'm already tired, but I'm also starving, which means I sure hope the stove or microwave works, or that there even<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>a microwave," he laughed under his breath, still at the front entrance, taking off his shoes once they'd gotten everything out of the car.