Leo can hear the rain drumming an angry rhythm on the tin metal rooftop, and the occasional boom of thunder disrupting him from reading the old 2002 World Cup magazine he's found in his bag. He'd been kicking the football around outside before, until the rain had began to pour down miserably.
As he's beginning a page outlining the promising teams of the tournament, he comes to hear faint shouting outside. He pauses and strains his ears. The voices seem alarmed and urgent, and Leo is startled to recognise that one of them is Neymar's.
"You go that way! Go!"
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know, this way? Quick, go! Before they come!