Bus station in the rain. Because where else was Daniel going to go? Living under the stars in Metro City was pleasant as hell except when the weather got like this. He shrugged inwardly.
The rain was actually a clue. Rain didn't factor into any of the stories he'd heard about his next task, the one for which he'd gone to the drugstore and gotten some Pedialyte. Dehydration was one of the problems Veronica Temin was supposed to have, and he could help with that. And then they'd accept him as one of their own. It was all very well-thought-out, except for the part where he was operating on speculation and thirty-odd-year-old stories he half remembered.
The past wasn't so bad. He didn't know what he'd been expecting. A cleaner city than this one, perhaps. It did surprise him what the people of the era spent time on and what they didn't, because cleaning up their city for future generations didn't rank as highly as watching television. They were worth saving, though. He wouldn't have gone back in time if he thought it would be otherwise, even disregarding that the Metro City of his time wasn't a place to raise children that wouldn't survive the weapons of their mercurial alien overlords.
Once, Madeline had enjoyed the rain. She would sit at the edge of her bed watching the drops hit her window. But that was when she lived in the apartment. Now, she knew the rain meant her nothing but harm. It made her cold and heavy and made things wet and unsafe. She stepped under the roof covering the bus stop and shook her long, tangled mess of black hair like a dog.
Too late, she realized there was another man in there.
"Oh." She said, like she understood. But she didn't, really. He was supposed to be mad. Other people would be mad. This guy was weird. But that was okay. Weird people had the best memories to take for defense.
Daniel glanced over. "Some hint that it's letting up, I guess. I didn't get to catch the weather report or anything today, but the way the sky looked, I'd be surprised if the rain went like this all day."