The Secret Life of Walter Mitty(Mrs. Mitty's point of view)

It was a cold rainy day. Mrs. Mitty sat in the passenger seat of her old red 1982 Buick. She worried about her husband who sat next to her driving the car. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head. He hadn't been the same since his accident. Mr. Mitty just sat there silently staring at the road ahead. The car began to go "ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa." "Why didn't he talk anymore," Mrs. Mitty …

…thought. "He's not thinking he's having hallucinations." "I'm going to take your temperature when you get home," she said. They walked out of the hotel through the revolving doors. Mrs. Mitty just remembered she had forgotten something. "Wait here for me. I forgot something. I won't be a minute." As she walked toward the drugstore she thought to herself, " Maybe tomorrow would be a better day for him. Maybe tomorrow we'll go see Dr. Renshaw.