Thunder rumbled above the city. It was difficult to see, but Callaghan managed to catch a glimpse of lightening and smiled at the sight. He always enjoyed thunderstorms, but they rarely came in San Fransokyo. He adjusted the handle of his umbrella as he made his way to the florist and ordered the usual bouquet of red tulips and yellow tulips when he spotted a familiar figure walking down the street, drenched head to toe. The professor paid for his bouquet and approached the young man, holding his umbrella over his head."Get out of the rain. You’re going to catch a cold."