Cure

"Where are you?"

"In the rain"

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't rain indoors. Unless I blow holes in the roof with my shotgun, but that's what got me kicked out of my last home. The nurses were kind enough to stuff the pills in my coat before security threw me through the glass door, though."

"Won't you get sick?"

"I think I'm already sick."

"You should get inside then. You might get pneumonia."

"I might find a cure too. I might find a reflection. I might find a bird that can avoid raindrops. I might find, ooh..."

"What? What is it?"

"I found a quarter. The cure is working."