Sarah starts slightly, letting go of him and keeping her hands in the air in shock when suddenly she's soaking wet and staring at Cal angrily. "I was going to come here and say 'hi, Cal, it was my birthday'. And then," she says, over the sound of the rain, "I was going to go on and talk about the chemo decision I have to make, but right now, all I need is a goddamn towel," she snaps. "What's going on with you, anyway? What are you, controlling the elements?"