You washed the final peice of mud from your boots, it was a rainy day. And you were out practicing dance, all by yourself in the studio. On the way back, it had rained rather heavily, causing you to wet your boots with the discretion mud behind you.

"Its not the rain… no! It couldn't be!" You chant to yourself, stroking your cat *insert cat name here*
There were really a pair of legs you guaranteed had followed you out from the studio, abruptly changing pace from Fast to slow. Sometimes, it's breath could be heard, you worried a lot about that day…

All the worrying had done you no good. You decide to take a walk in the park. With your...