Lulu and Sinclair walked out the front door and headed toward their usual corner in front of the park. The air was wet and the clouds hung heavily like wet rags. Cold and gloomy described the feel of the day. The people walking by hung their heads shielding them from the cold blasts of air coming from the incoming storm. Sinclair had curled up in a pile of dry leaves in order to keep warm for his midmorning nap. The red carnations were not selling. Business needed to pick up; there needed to be some sort of income for Lulu soon. She watched as Lola Fontaine quickly walked down the street toward the bar. She was scurrying toward the entrance in high heeled shoes and made it into the building just in time. The sky was getting increasingly darker and the clouds seemed to hang right above her head; she decided to close up for the day. As Lulu was putting her things together to head back to Washington Heights, the sky broke open. Heavy drops fell to the ground splattering as they hit the pavement and she desperately ran across the street with Sinclair by her side. Ming Ming's was the closest entrance so she ran in with Sinclair. A woman came running up from the back of the restaurant moving her mouth in big exaggerated motions. She kept pointing to Sinclair and by reading the woman lips Lulu decided that she and Sinclair should get the hell out. Dogs were not allowed. The two stepped out of the door and the woman closed it behind them. She was shaking her finger as she closed the door. She walked back to the back of the restaurant throwing up her hands, still enraged. The problem was that it was still raining cats and dogs outside. Lulu and Sinclair would have to make a run for the apartment. As they reached the entrance to Washington Heights, Lulu noticed the mysterious man that she had seen last week lurking around the park. He had had a heated private conversation with someone but Lulu had been unable to make out what was being said. The two men were too secretive and had covered their faces to well for Lulu to make out the wording. The only reason she recognized this man was from his unusual style, not many men or people have tangerine sweat pants. The man seemed to be waiting for someone in the lobby but Lulu was too cold and wet to stick around to see who was meeting him. She and Sinclair headed toward the elevator. She pressed to button and waited for the doors to open. It was time for some dry clothes.