Apparently, Bianca didn’t hear him, Patrick continues to the subway.

As he enters, he runs into his old friend Harry Marks.
Patrick: Hey, Harry.
Harry: Hey, Pat. How’s life treating you?
Patrick: Well, no better than you, I guess, but I can’t complain.
Harry: He he.

Harry: It was nice to see you, bud. Keep up the good work, see you when I see you!
Looks like Harry was in a hurry, too.

Outside the subway, Patrick runs into Bianca again. The two look distressed, and rightly so, they’re both late for work and it’s not the first time.

And on top of this untimely rain, what a drag!

Suddenly Patrick remembers he’s carrying his umbrella.

Patrick: The umbrella, of course, why didn’t I think of that before? Now, to count up those ballots!

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