He shook his head, like I still didn’t get it. It was raining harder now. He glanced to the side, directing my attention to the car’s window. “You see those two raindrops?” He pointed. “I’ll bet you the one on the left will get to the bottom of the glass before the one on the right does. We don’t need the Super Bowl. All we need is two little raindrops. You can’t stop us, John, no matter what you do. It’s what we are.”
