Dave was at a loose end and wandering around wondering what to do.  He had an argument with his partner and didn't want to go home - but he only had £5 in his pocket and didn't want to sit in a pub drinking it away.  So he walked.  Dave had done this a few times before, so it was no huge problem - just annoying.<br/><br/>Dave was 26 years old, 6ft tall and thanks to hours in the gym he filled out his clothing well.  He wasn't particularly handsome, but his youthful features and untidy ginger hair got him his fair share of attention.  He had grabbed what was closest when he left the flat, so he was walking around in board shorts, deck shoes and a green and purple Hulk T-Shirt.  He sighed as the first fleeting drops of rain hit his forehead.<br/><br/>He looked up to see the blackening swell of storm clouds overhead.  A rush of wind blew down the street, making him squint into it.  The area darkened and Dave realised this was going to be a major storm.  He started to jog down the road, looking for somewhere to go.  He looked around but the only shop open seemed to be some kind of game shop.  He stepped inside just as the storm broke