A few months after hearing news of Hurricane Andrew, a middle-aged man named Nathan calls his old friend Rae who lives down in Florida to check on her. She’s physically okay, and they start talking about whether the old couch that they shared at multiple apartments survived the storm. That brings them back to the time when they lived together in New York City. Rae was hit by a bus and broke her hip, so she crashed at Nathan’s apartment while it healed. A year later, she collected the insurance money from the bank and the two decided to invest it in a drug-smuggling business with their friend Tom. As Nathan reminisces, Rae privately wonders why he called her now, months after the hurricane. They’d grown apart because of his dislike for her boyfriend and her dislike of his gun, but things came to a head when she missed a deal in favor of staying out with her man. When she went down to the cellar during the storm, she wondered why he wasn’t showing up for her after years of calling each other family. Nathan’s four-year-old son walks into the room, interrupting their call and redirecting the conversation to more domestic topics about Tom’s new house. They drift over to their travels in South America, and Rae remembers a time they were trapped in a hotel room together, certain they were going to die during a drug deal. Back in the present, Nathan’s family duties call him away from the phone after they talk a little more about her travel business, and Rae wonders how out of the three of them she ended up with the least roots. She thinks of how easily their partnership fell apart under the pressure of looking out for one’s own interests.