Rapture. Okay, great. Hell of a name. It doesn't sound like a good, welcoming, wholesome kind of name - but then again, no one would except an innocuous title like Rosswood Park to be associated with the vague, horrifying, primal terror he knows lives there.

He has no idea what 'rapture' even means. Does he mean the city, or the region or -

"Yeah," says Tim, bitterly. "I'm kinda figuring that out. Every man for himself, or whatever. Do you mean Rapture is the city, or - ?"

He trails off. God but he could use some nicotine right about now. He fishes a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and sighs when he remembers they're just as sodden as he is.