It’s 4:45 on both Tuesday and Wednesday. The days are compressing on each other, all time is happening at once? The sparrows from Tuesday linger, but now there’s rain. It’s a slow rain with heavy drops. Water is pooling and dripping from a sloped corner of the building, rhythmically tapping a tin awning below. There’s an occasional car horn, the sound of rubber accelerating in water, displacement and a general wet atmosphere.