As they drove to the hospital, both Sunny and Effie were alternating between feeling wary and confused.
The roads were congested because of the rain — the failing storm drains were spouting foaming torrents of water here and there, causing some outermost lanes to be entirely flooded. Taller PTVs barreled their way through the puddles, but smaller vehicles had to huddle to the middle of the road, crawling slowly. Sunny's rust bucket was, sadly, one of the latter.
'My Rhino… would never…'
Sunny sighed.
At that moment, Effie finally spoke:
"Why would he want us to handle his case?"
Her voice was full of suspicion.
Sunny hesitated for a while, then shrugged.
"That depends. Does he really not remember anything, or were we fooled? Either way, we'll find out when we get there."
Effie grimaced.
