The residential sections of lower Stampton wasn't as bad as everyone always said it was. Mostly collage age kids with bad attitudes and no where else better to be. It wasn’t so bad. No part in Stampton City was safe from its constant weather, however. Late night will usually be blessed with an east-coast drizzle, blanketing the city with a wet shine and kissing its people with a freezing breeze. Rowen was stuck in the middle of it with nothing but his car to keep him company. Standing. Waiting. Wanting someplace to drive tonight, but nothing has crossed his mind. Maybe he's already where he wants to be. He couldn't be sure.
