Jess picked up his pace, winding his way down toward the riverbank. What was left of the riverbank. A large portion of it was underwater, saturating the grassy bank.

Crossing the bridge was no longer the easy task he'd been imagining; the top of the rapids licked at the edge of the walkway, the boards probably slick with water. "Not here. It could've rained further upriver, I suppose." Having been so far unsuccessful in seeing what lay beyond the canyon, it was strange to think that heavy rains were one of the few pieces of evidence that a world existed outside of their enclosed bubble.

"I guess we should count our blessings the plumbing wasn't backing up this morning." He sounded doubtful.