I minimize the variance, and then I look out of the window. It is dark and it has started to rain. I begin to worry about her. As I worry, the image worsens. The rain falls harder and the trees shudder ever more violently. The soft thunder rolling through the insulated walls become more frequent. I fiddle with my phone. I want to call her, sms her, find out where she is; whether she is caught in a bus stop somewhere, but I pause because.....And then in a moment of impulse, I send out an sms which I regret almost immediately.