"I don't see why we couldn't just send the papers in the mail," Bev said wiping a hand across her forehead.

Edgar sighed.

The whole trip had been hell from the start. First the airline overbooked the plane and had to downgrade their tickets to coach. Then the damned air conditioner in their rental quit working half an hour from the airport. So with the ninety eight degree heat and the fact that all Bev seemed to be doing lately was bitching, he had to use every ounce of his energy to keep from yelling at her.

"I've already told you why he won't do things that way."

She gave a throaty noise of disgust. "How could I forget? Forgive me. It seemed to have slipped my mind that the crazy bastard believes he'd be visited by the...what was it he called it? The Yawning Gray?"

"The Yungroi," Edgar corrected out of habit. He didn't defend his brother because in truth, Bev was right.

Bowen Ransbur was a crazy bastard.

He believed in a whole other world of imaginary creatures. The small dwarfish goblins that he dubbed the Yungroi apparently would bring him bad luck if he sent his signature through the mail. The papers that Bowen needed to sign, so they could sell their father's house and split the money, had to be signed in person. So here they were in the middle of nowhere trying to find the rusty metal trailer where Edgar's sibling lived.

The sign he'd been looking forward to for the past thirty miles loomed out of the hazy heat. Slowing the car he turned on to the dirt road. Even before Bowen's trailer came into sight, Edgar had no trouble recognizing that none other than his brother lived there. Spaced ten yards apart along both sides of the road, metal bowls harshly reflected the sun. Calling up the encyclopedia of Bowen's beliefs, Edgar realized that the bowls were there to keep away any sneaky Junglers that might be hitching a ride on the undercarriage of a visiting vehicle.

"Oh my God," Bev said shaking her head. She was looking at a giant circle of pink hula hoops that ringed the trailer. One more flip of the imaginary encyclopedia informed him that these caught flying Garts. "Is it even safe to be here? The sick wacko is likely to hack us up into a hundred pieces for some lunatic reason."

"Be nice Bev," Edgar said pulling the car to a stop behind a muddy old Ford pickup. No sooner had he put the car in park when the door to the trailer flew open. A bearish man ran down the steps towards their car waving his hands. Bev was looking back and forth between him and Edgar her mouth open and her eyes wide.

"Jesus! You weren't kidding were you? You really are twins."

Edgar grimly nodded.

Even with the wild array of hair and thick curly beard Bowen's face hid under, compared to Edgar's own neatly trimmed head and clean shaven jaw, it was easy to see that they were identical twins. The two used to be close, as the case is with most twins, but then something happened to Bowen a couple of days before their thirteenth birthday. That was when the younger Ransbur child began his freakish fascination with exotic imaginary creatures. Hundreds of arguments, even a few fist fights, over Bowen's new hobby finally drove a wedge between them.

"Let's get this done and get the hell out of here," Edgar said, then sighed. "You can wait in the car if you want. There's no reason both of us should endure this."

Bev's only answer was her hand grabbing the door handle and stepping out. A small smile crossed his face. Even after everything they've been through lately she was with him all the way. Knowing he couldn't put it off any longer Edgar forced himself to step out of the car and meet his brother face to face for the first time in nine years.

"What are you doing here?" Bowen quickly asked. He threw a wary glance over his shoulder before looking back. "I told you not to come until next week."

"Nice to see you too Bowen," Edgar replied sarcastically. He held a hand in Bev's direction. "This is my wife, Beverly."

She took a step forward and raised her hand. "I've heard so much about you."

Bowen studied her face for a second then began chuckling. He grabbed her hand giving it a brisk shake. "I'm sure you have, miss. Only, knowing Edgar, I'm surprised you even bothered getting out of the car. It's a little refreshing to see you're not afraid of shaking hands with a wacko."

"Bowen—" Edgar began but stopped when his brother raised a beefy hand.

"Don't bother Eddie. I don't blame you one bit for what you think about me. It's not your fault you can't see."

"See what exactly?" Bev asked.

"What's lurking underneath," Bowen simply said. "You might as well come inside. We have a little time before it gets here."

Edgar and Bev shared a glance as Bowen turned, walking towards the trailer. He shook his head, trying to tell her not to ask and was relieved that she understood. They followed the retreating man to the stairs where she hesitated letting him go first. He took the first step gripping the handrail.

"Damn," he hissed, jerking his hand back from the hot metal. He chose to ignore the snickering coming from his wife and entered the trailer.

It was like stepping into a refrigerator. The cold air was shocking after spending all day in close to hundred degree heat. From the small gasp behind him, he knew Bev felt the same way.

It's going to be hell having to leave this cold air behind, Edgar thought. If only the—

His mind froze as his eyes finally adjusted to the sudden darkness. What had to be more than a hundred glasses of water were placed around the living room of the small trailer. Every flat surface held at least one container of water. Bowen was moving around the room pouring something into each glass and swirling the liquid with a long wooden spoon.

"What is he doing?" Bev whispered. "Is...is that salt?"

"You are correct my dear," Bowen said emptying a canister of salt into a beer mug full of water.

"Why?" Edgar asked with the air of someone who had dealt with this type of thing one too many times.

"It's going to rain tonight."

"What the hell does that have to do with all of this?" Edgar asked sweeping a hand around the room.

Bowen looked up from opening another container of salt. "You know why Eddie."

"I know?" Edgar cried incredulously. He only managed to grasp the last tendril of his temper due to the simple act of Bev slipping her hand into his and lightly squeezing it while whispering in his ear to cool it. "It must have momentarily slipped my mind."

"It's going to rain," Bowen repeated. "It comes out to hunt during the rain. Salt water is the only thing that will hurt it, as you know."

Something clicked in Edgar's mind. The pages of his mental encyclopedia flew open bringing forth the name of the creature his brother was talking about. According to Bowen the creature couldn't come out of hiding unless it was raining, as it couldn't breathe in dry air. When Bev asked what they were talking about, he answered along with Bowen.

"The Keemay."

One of Bev's eyebrows rose at this but she didn't say a word.

"Let's just get this over with," Edgar said pulling a rolled up envelope out of his pocket. He looked around for someplace to lay the papers on so Bowen could sign them but not a single flat space was free. Bowen, however, didn't seemed perturbed by this. He held out his hand, the one not holding the salt, for the envelope.

After Edgar pulled the papers out and handed them to him, Bowen simply walked over to the wall, stuck the salt under his arm and uncapped the pen with his mouth. With the lid clenched tight between his teeth he quickly scrawled his name on each page. When he was done he held out the papers and the spit covered pen.

"Keep it," Edgar said indicating the pen. He grabbed the papers and put them back into the envelope. "That's it then. The last time I talked to Gloria, our real estate agent, she said she had a couple of interested buyers lined up. I'll call you when she gets a more definite deal."

"Are you leaving now?" Bowen asked not surprised a bit when Edgar nodded. In fact he even looked a bit relieved. He held up a hand. "Hold on a sec, will ya? I have something you need to take."

Before Edgar could answer, his brother was in the kitchen. Beverly looked over at Edgar, her eyebrow raised as loud bangs and a few curses came from the next room. He shook his head once again signaling, Don't ask.

Then Bowen was striding back into the room, carrying a bulging blue plastic grocery bag in one hand. It had been tied shut. He stopped in front of Edgar and held it out.

"Take this with you."

"What's in it?"

"Some stuff you might need. The storm is coming quicker than I thought. You'll be caught in the rain before you get back to El Paso."

"Why does that matter?" Edgar asked although he thought he knew the answer. He was right.

"In case it finds you."

"The Keemay?" Edgar asked, starting to lose his temper. "How many times do I have to tell you, these...these creatures only exist in your mind."

"Maybe at one time," Bowen whispered his eyes looking far away. He shook his head as if to clear it. "Please take it. You smell the same as me to them. They'll come after you thinking you're me. Just take it Eddie. Please, just this once."

"Grab it," Bev hissed into his ear. She had moved up next to him without him noticing. "Just take the bag so we can go."

Edgar thought about telling her to mind her own business but remembered his vow to try to keep his anger down when dealing with her. Glaring at Bowen, Edgar snatched the bag, surprised at how heavy it was.

Bowen sighed in relief.

"I'll call you when the house has been sold,"Edgar said then turned, opened the door and was out of the trailer. The heat hit him like a wall of fire, but he kept going. He preferred the heat over being near his brother for another second. A distant blast of thunder made him look up. Dark purple clouds ate up the sky to the east, rolling towards them at a crazy pace.

"Damn Texas weather," he mumbled opening the car door. Tossing the bag his brother had given him into the backseat, Edgar slid behind the wheel. He heard Bev saying bye to Bowen and a few seconds later she got into the car beside him.

"Hmmm. Interesting," she muttered fastening her seat belt.

"What?" Edgar asked glaring at her as he turned the engine over, nearly flooding the carburetor as he stomped on the gas pedal a bit harder than he intended.

As he turned the car around and sped down the dirt road away from the madness that surrounded his brother, Bev reached a hand out of the window and waved. Glancing in the the mirror, Edgar saw Bowen standing on the porch steps in front of his trailer, staring after them with a worried frown.

"He's not what I expected," she said then paused as if thinking how to say the rest. "He really believes in all of that stuff doesn't he? Maybe there's a reason he does."

"Don't tell me you're starting to believe him."

"No. I meant maybe it's a psychological problem. Didn't you say it only started after something happened to him?"

Edgar nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. Surprisingly enough Bev didn't push him to tell her, which was one of the reasons he did.

"Mom and dad were were nature freaks. Every summer we went somewhere remote, spending the days fishing, camping, and hiking. When we were thirteen they took us hiking in Glacier National Park."

When he paused, she laid a hand on his. "What happened?"

"We were going along and of course we were arguing. Nothing serious. Just the usual brother crap you know? When he stopped talking I just thought he was admitting I was right so I didn't think anything about it until I turned around five minutes later to point out something. He was gone."

He told her how Bowen had been lost for three days and when they found him he had been in the fetal position rocking himself muttering about all sorts of things. How the doctors had assured his parents that other than being a bit dehydrated Bowen was perfectly fine. When they brought up their boy's new fascination with mythical creatures, they were told it was ordinary for people surviving a traumatic experience to deal with it in their own way and not to worry. It would go away in time.

"As you can see it never did," Edgar said turning on the windshield wipers when the rain finally began falling.

Thankful for the cooler weather that the storm brought, they drove in silence. They were still a couple of hours from El Paso when the sun finally set. Before long Bev leaned against the window and fell asleep.

Edgar was driving carefully on the wet road, thinking of how boring the drive was when Bev stirred from her nap.

"Where's the nearest town?"

"Fort Stockton. Why?"

"I've got to piss. How long till we get there?"

"Probably about forty minutes," he said after calculating how far they had gone since passing through Iraan awhile back.

"Damn! I don't think I can wait that long," Bev said. She looked out the window, the rain running off in rivulets, and sighed. "Screw it. Pull over will you?"

"You're gonna get wet."

"Well let me put it this way. I can either go out there and piss and get wet from the rain or I can stay in here and wet myself."

After going around a curve Edgar drove about half a mile and pulled over. There really wasn't a shoulder on the road but he was at a spot where the car could be seen from a safe distance. Besides she was just going to take a piss. They wouldn't be there long.

Bev fumbled with the seatbelt, cursing as she untangled it. Edgar was looking up to say that he needed to relieve himself too when he saw it.

"What the fuck is that?" he whispered. Bev looked up and followed his gaze, gasping when she saw what he was looking at.

Edgar squinted, wishing like hell that it wasn't raining. The streaks of water running off the window just might be making something ordinary look so strange. But he didn't dare roll the window down for two reasons. One was that Bev wouldn't take too well to being drenched, even if she was about to step out into it, just the fact that he was getting her wet would be enough to make her start bitching at him. But the prevailing reason he kept his hand away from the automatic window button was simple.

He was scared of what he would see if he did. Scared of what it would mean.

"What the hell is it Edgar?" Bev, asked her voice shaking. Without taking her eyes of the thing outside she slid one of her hands into his, clutching it much like she had during the birth of their two kids.

"Damned if I know," he whispered, thankful that the words had come out sounding ordinary enough. No matter how much he wanted to believe that it was just a deer or maybe even an extraordinarily big wild hog, Edgar knew it wasn't. It didn't move like anything he had ever seen.

The creature took a step closer to the car, its head ducking a little while its back rolled forward in a smooth motion. Then it leaned its head sideways, looking at the car from a tilted angle, reminding Edgar of his old black lab, Petey. Petey had that way of looking at you as if asking What? Are you saying something to me big man? But the chill that filled him as the creature repeated the familiar gesture somehow told him that it was thinking something far more sinister.

It stood about fifteen yards from the car returning their gaze. It was during this weird staring contest that curiosity overrode his fright.

If only the fucking window wasn't so blurry. I bet we're just scaring ourselves shitless on a deformed cow. His belief in the thought was so strong that his earlier fear of the thing faded. He reached over and pulled Bev from the window.

"What are you doing?" Bev screamed when he pushed the button lowering the window. "Stop it! Put it back up!"

"I need to see," Edgar said ignoring the painful clutch she had on his right arm. Apparently Bev must have been just as curious for she didn't respond. She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned closer to him trying to avoid the cold rain that was blowing into the car

Even though the only light came from the back splash of the headlights, Edgar had no trouble seeing the creature now.

Definitely not a cow. Or a deer, or a wild hog. No. The thing watching them was something he had never seen before. It stood on four legs all right, but ones that looked to have three joints. Spikes jutted from the things scaly skin alongside its back. A pair of green eyes glowed from the top of a long snout. It gave a gurgled grunt swinging its head side to side.

As he studied the nightmare, a horrible realization came over Edgar; Bowen had been right. As crazy as his brother had seemed, he couldn't deny the creature outside. Whatever else his brother had said, it looked like the Keemay was real.

"How could he have known?" Bev whispered, apparently having the same thought. "That's what it is, isn't it? That water beast thingy?"

Edgar never had the chance to answer.

An explosive horn from the road made them both jump, Bev even crying out a little. The two of them turned to see the receding taillights of an eighteen wheeler. With the anger and surprise at the sudden horn, Edgar completely forgot about the beast for a few seconds. He turned to make some comment to Bev about the asshole driving the eighteen wheeler only to nearly lose control of his bladder.

It was standing right outside her window.

In the few seconds he had been looking away the damned thing had crossed the fifteen yards that separated it from the car. Its bulging green eye stared into the car, first studying Edgar then narrowing on his wife. All Edgar could do was choke out a few words when he tried to warn Bev, who was still focused on the truck which had almost disappeared into the night.

"Freaking idiot," she fumed glaring out the windshield. Then catching sight of his face turned to him. "What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you—"

It happened quickly but Edgar knew he would never forget the flash of fear and understanding on his wife's face as the beast grabbed the back of her head. He watched horrified as she was dragged out of the car, praying that he was just dreaming and any second now he would wake up from this nightmare. Bev's screams finally burst through his paralysis and he lunged sideways grabbing her left leg, yanking with all of his might.

"Dammit Bev! Quit kicking your legs," Edgar yelled. The strained muscles in his arms screamed in agony but he held on. It was working. Slowly but surely he was dragging her back into the car. He had most of her bottom half inside the car when her flailing right foot connected hard to the side of his head.

Darkness burst from the pain. He quickly bit the inside of his cheek, not caring at the coppery taste of the warm blood that flooded his mouth. He knew if he lost conscious Bev would die. Luckily it worked and what little light there was inside the car slowly came back. About the same time he saw that the only thing he held in hands was one of her shoes, his ears popped and sound returned. Bev's screams were farther away and when he turned, he saw why.

He was alone in the car.

Squinting he could barely make out Bev's kicking legs being dragged out of the small hazy circle of light that splashed from the headlights. He threw his door open and jumped out, slipping on the wet pavement. He would have fell if he hadn't grabbed the door. He was about to run around the car and chase after the thing, even if he was scared out of his mind, to save Bev when he saw the bag in the backseat.

He threw the door open. What the hell was he doing? Every second he wasted she was being dragged farther away, the chance he could find her growing slimmer. Yet something about the bag called out to him so he leaned in and tore the bag open.

A heavy steel flashlight, the kind that ran on those monster sized batteries, fell out. Snatching it up he turned it on and glanced at what else was in the bag. He recognized the canister of table salt but couldn't think what the two white blocks were. Then a memory rose back from when he and Bowen had been eleven. They had been sent to their Uncle Jesse's farm for the summer. He clearly saw the old man holding a big white block out to his favorite horse and letting the mare lick on it.

Snapping back to the present he picked the table salt up, stuck it under his arm, and snatched the bag up. What the hell he was going to do with the two salt licks he had no idea but he took them anyway. Bowen must have had a reason to include them and one thing Edgar had learned in the last five minutes was that his brother wasn't as crazy as he thought.

He ran around the car, jumped the small ditch filling with water, and took off in the direction the thing had dragged Bev. Luckily there were still drag marks in the mud that he could follow. He ran through the darkness and rain, praying that she was still alive. He had no idea how long he ran through the squelching mud, following a growing stream of water that his wife's body caused when the smell hit him.

Sliding to a halt, Edgar scrunched his nose up. It was horrible, way worse than the time he found a half decomposed raccoon in the backyard shed. He looked around, swinging the flashlight in an arc, only getting a clear picture when lightning flashed.

There were two of them!

Both of them stood at the bottom of a small muddy hill, circling his wife's unconscious body which was laying in a growing pool of water. Two eerie shrieks rumbled into the night sky and the things charged forward.

"Fuck!" Edgar screamed.

Thinking of nothing but his wife and the fact that there was no god damn way he could make it to her before the creatures did, he leapt down the hill. Slipping and sliding he managed to stay on his feet at first but then his left ankle caught on a submerged rock.

He had time to see his brother's bag go flying forward and the fact that the two creatures weren't attacking Bev, but each other, before landing face first in the puddled water. Gasping and choking, Edgar sat up, quickly trying to wipe mud out of his eyes.

Unholy shrieking came from one of the creatures. Drowning out the thunder, the screams continued for well over thirty seconds. Finally able to open his eyes, Edgar spotted the flashlight a foot away, its beam pointing into the air. Grabbing it he turned and illuminated the area the sound was coming from.

"God," he whispered wanting to look away but he was too fascinated by what was happening.

One of the creatures was on its side on the ground thrashing around. Its skin was sliding off in chunks. Smoke rose from its body as it dissolved. Edgar had no idea what was happening until he saw the broken grocery bag floating in the puddle of water beside the creature.

Giving one last agonized howl, the creature stopped moving.

"Thank you Bowen," Edgar whispered realizing that the salt had saved Bev's life as well as his. Unfortunately, it had only hit one of them.

The other stood on a part of the ground that wasn't flooded, its glowing eyes following Edgar as he crawled over to Bev. He shook her shoulders praying that she would wake up. Other than moaning and her head moving a bit, she didn't appear to be regaining consciousness.

He stood up keeping his gaze on the creature's green eyes. When the green globes disappeared, he swung the flashlight around. It was walking away. He was close to crying in relief but then he saw something that made his blood cold.

It was walking around the small pool of water.

His heart pounding Edgar quickly looked around for the canister of salt that had been under his arm before he fell. Making sure to swing the light back and check where the monster was, he searched. Finally he found it floating a few feet from the dead creature. Splashing through the water he picked it up, his grip too strong. His fingers sunk into the wet cardboard the canister was made of.

"Shit!" he moaned as half of the salt fell into the water.

His time was running out. Every second, the rain was diluting the salt in the water and when it was gone there would be nothing to keep the creature from coming in after them. By the time he made it back to Bev, the water was almost up to her nose.

"Come on Bev. Wake the fuck up," he said reaching down and slapping her on the cheek.

Groaning, Bev sat up her eyes closed in pain. "Dammit Edgar! Why is the bed so fucking wet? Did you piss on it?"

"Open your eyes."

They fluttered open. She squinted and raised a hand to shield her eyes from the flashlight. "What the hell is going on? Where are we? How...Oh my god."

"You remember?" he asked turning to check on the creature. It was closer still, studying them from the edge of the water.

"It wasn't a nightmare was it?"

"Afraid not."

There was some splashing then a hand on his shoulder as Bev got up and leaned on him. They stood there watching the creature as it watched back.

"What are we going to do?" Bev's voice was soft for the first time in years. The last time he heard her speak that way was back when they first stated dating and she had been asking him whether or not they should abort her unexpected pregnancy. "This is it isn't it? We're going to die."

He didn't answer her. What was the point? He had no idea what to do. Looking down at the pitiful amount of salt left reminded him that whatever they did, they needed to hurry. Not only was the salt in the pool of water disappearing but the half left in the canister was starting to dissolve. He had his hand over the top but rain still found a way inside.

When Bev's hand turned into a vice on his shoulder he looked up to see her terrified. Even before he followed her gaze he knew what was happening by the loud splash. The creature stood in the water where it had jumped in for a second as if checking to see if anything would happen. When it didn't start melting it growled deeply and began walking toward them.

"Oh fuck," Bev moaned.

"Hold this!" Edgar yelled shoving the flashlight in her hands.

Grabbing a fistful of wet salt, he jumped forward and threw it on the beast. It screamed like the other one for a second but then it quit. A small tendril of smoke drifted off its scaly skin where the salt landed. Snarling the creature raced forward.

Fighting his instinct to run, Edgar stood firm, protecting the last bit of salt in both hands. How he managed to hold onto it when the creature flew into him, he'd never figure out. They fell into the water, the creature landing on his legs. The sharp teeth headed for his neck but Edgar was quicker. He shoved his hands up and slapped the salt against its glowing green eyes.

The creature stepped back, throwing its head side to side screeching in pain. Bev ran over and helped Edgar get to his feet. He leaned against her watching. They were out of salt and it looked like they were in trouble. He might have blinded the damned thing but he didn't think that would stop it from tearing them apart.

"I love you," Bev whispered wrapping her hand, the one that wasn't clutching the flashlight, into his.

"I love you too."

As the creature finally stopped screaming Bev turned to him. In the back splash from the flashlight he could see that she knew there wasn't anything they could do. Her lips spread in a sick looking smile.

"You know what's really fucked up about this?"

"What?" he asked watching the creature take a step toward them, its snout twitching.

"We're going to die just because I needed to take a piss."

Edgar froze, staring at her with wide eyes, her sentence running over and over in his mind. He jerked his hand out of hers and began fumbling with his pants. Shit! Out of all the times for it to be stuck. Giving up on that he unbuckled his belt and jerked his pants down.

"God Edgar! What in the hell are you doing?"

"Salt kills it," he mumbled pushing his boxers down and grabbing hold of the thing that was going to save them.

Not yet. Just a little bit closer, he thought pointing his dick at the creature.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Bev looking at him like he was crazy. Then her eyes cleared as she realized what he meant. Putting the flashlight under her arm she quickly dropped her own pants, stepping out of her panties.

Knowing they looked crazy standing naked, from the waist down, in the middle of a pool of water while a hideous thing from nightmares approached them, Edgar and Bev waited. Pictures of the creature snapping off his manhood flew through his mind but if he started pissing too soon it would just run away.

"I'll go first," Edgar whispered from the corner of his mouth. "If that doesn't kill it I'm gonna tackle it and you're gonna have to get over its head and finish it off."

Go, he screamed at himself. He began pushing and for one horrifying second he thought nothing was going to happen. But then his full bladder began emptying. He aimed for the creature's head, thanking god for all the practice of writing his name in snow as a kid.

The creature tried backing up but fell into the puddle. Edgar walked forward and kept pissing. A few moments later he was getting close to being empty.

"Now Bev!" he yelled them jumped forward, trying to pin the smoking creature down, while avoiding the sharp spikes on its back.

The flashlight went flying and landed somewhere off to his left. He couldn't see a damned thing but he kept on top of the thrashing creature, hoping Bev was doing her job. He knew she was a second later when he was almost thrown off as the struggles beneath him got wilder. The screeching creature finally stopped and quit moving.

Sighing Edgar slid off of it.


"Please tell me its dead Edgar," Bev replied somewhere in front of him.

Chuckling he took a couple of steps toward her voice until he felt her. He pulled her against his chest, hugging her tightly.

"It's gone. We're okay."

He held her until he noticed a spot of water glowing a few feet away. Leading them over he reached down, digging through the mud until he found the familiar metal cylinder.

Damn. They don't make any like this anymor e, he thought pointing the still working flashlight back at the creature. Just like he told Bev, it was dead. Strips of of flesh melted off decaying bone, everything dissolving into the water.

Helping each other along, they limped back towards their car. Halfway there the rain lessened, then quit all together.

"What do you think of moving?" Bev asked as they crossed the water filled ditch.


"Yeah. I was thinking somewhere with more air than the city. Somewhere with plenty of sunshine." Bev looked over the top of the car at him and smiled. "Somewhere dry."

For once in his life Edgar answered without thinking it over. "Let's do it. Have a place in mind?"

"Well on the discovery channel the other day they had a special about the southwestern climates and how little rain they get. What do you think about Arizona."

After fishing the keys out of the car, Edgar nodded. As they began walking down the wet road, the moon broke through the clouds. Grabbing Bev's hand he watched as the clouds blew away.

Arizona sounded good. He could go the rest of his life without ever seeing it rain again and he'd be perfectly happy.