After what seemed like much too long trying to find the station, Keith stopped and popped his neck, a sound the echoed through the rain. The city was hardly a place for a fit, so he fished in his left cargo pocket for a map. Pulling it up, hoping to read it before it became destroyed in the rain, he realized the station was a mile in the other direction. That was enough for Keith to justify his next action, sending his massive fist through the aluminum wall of a bus stop shelter. But now his hand was stuck, this only made him more upset. He grabbed the other side of the shelter and began to crush it to free his trapped hand. Just then, he noticed the woman with the umbrella walking past him, and how stupid he must look, crumpling the shelter like a soda can because he was walking the wrong direction. Even in the rain, Keith was the kind of man to appreciate a beautiful woman, not disrespectfully though. Despite his violent nature, he had a very strict set of rules involving women, all of which involved a deep respect. realizing he was basically staring, he looked away quickly to keep at freeing his hand