A single tear rolled down my cheek as I sat in the darkened living room and listened to the rain pitter patter against the window. The rain had been steady for the last hour, the light outside steadily dwindling to an eerie darkness for mid-afternoon. I took a quick look around and surveyed the dank and cluttered room. An old pizza box with one slice of hardened cheese pizza, curled at the tips with age, sat on the stained rust colored shag carpet next to me. I twisted the tattered brown recliner to the left and looked out the window. What did I expect to see?