Spike and Caleb stood on Spike’s tired front porch sharing a cigarette. It was raining, lightly at the moment, but judging by the dark clouds that were heading in their direction, it would soon be raining much harder. He rented two rooms from an elderly couple, who didn’t press him too hard when he was late paying his rent. He hated the place, but it was the best he could do.
"You think he's coming back?" Caleb asked.