It was a somewhat rainy evening. Such weather was not exactly favourable for what Samuel had in front of him, but it was not like he could do anything to it. Stashing his saxophone into it's case, he took another look out of the window and sighed. "Not the best weather", his mentor pointed out, having seen Samuel's expression, and continued: "Hope nothing bad happens on your way home. Well, same time next week as always!" The teacher stood up and opened the door to Samuel. Making his way to the other end of the hallway, he passed by the student that always was there after him. The sight was so common Samuel paid her no mind and called the elevator. The doors opened instantly. A smile spread across his face, as he usually had to wait quite long, as the traffic in the building was surprisingly high at this hour. However, now he could simply head to the ground floor without waiting.
A couple extra stops later, the elevator stopped in the ground floor and the people that had stashed themselves into the small metal cabinet all dispersed to their own directions. Samuel and his case were a part of a group that headed towards the main door. He still wondered how people could be so good at ignoring the limits elevators have in them, as there had been at least two people too much in it. Well, this was an old building, and the architects had likely not been prepared for such amounts of people at once. But that was no excuse to ignore the warnings altogether. One day that elevator might not handle the last person that "always fits". These thoughts were interrupted by raindrops falling on Samuel's nose. He was outside now. Where had he parked again... It was right and then left, was it not?
Some wandering later, Samuel found his car. Placing the saxophone case carefully into the boot, and fastened it with some extra ropes. The instrument was dear to him. Not only did it hold many happy memories, it had also cost a fortune, so losing it would be a huge loss by all accounts. Then he sat behind the steering wheel and started his journey home. It was a shame he had to drive to the neighbouring city to participate on his saxophone lessons, but it was the only chance he had. Nowhere in his home town did anyone play an instrument like that: The one that came closest was an accordion. That comparison always brought a smile on Samuel's face, as the instruments had very little in common. Both made sound through flow of air, that was about it when it came to similarities! The same road as always was before him, and he would have to drive through it like every other time before. But this time, the weather was quite bad. He'd have to keep his eyes open... well, more open, it was not like he didn't pay attention usually!
At one point, as another car was passing by on the other side of the road and Samuel was slightly blinded by it's headlights, he heard a dull booming sound coming from somewhere. After the initial shock was over, he said out loud with only himself to hear it: "What was that?" Now even more aware, he drove on, and suddenly after a steep curve his car's headlights met a shape on the road. Before having enough time to tell what it was exactly, Samuel jumped on the brakes and stopped his car only a few metres away from the... whatever it had been. Samuel noticed he had closed his eyes and now opened them to actually see he had not hit... wait... was that a woman barely standing on the road without any clothes?! Samuel shut down the car's engine, but turned on the blinkers to ensure other possible drivers would see his car and not outright crash into it... although the curve might be quite hazardous regarding that. Samuel rose from the car, and shouted: "Hey! Are you OK?" He took hold of his dark blue sweater and pulled it over his head. His medium length dark brown hair tried to cling on it, but as he got the shirt fully off, now revealing his black T-shirt under it, they let go. "Here", Samuel offered his sweater to the person, "you will likely need this more than me!"