The slippery roads don’t bother you at all. I’m trying to keep us from skidding into the trees, and you’re just laying there, same as ever. From here, it even looks like you’re sleeping. And I can believe it, because you’re the braver one of us. You’d look down the barrel of a gun with a cool eye, that’s how you are.

I can’t sleep. I tried, I want to, but I can’t stop thinking...

About what? First of all, there’s the roads. Didn’t the news say winter was over? I should know better than to trust them on anything, I know, but you’d think there’d be truth to the simplest of claims. And then there’s all the explaining for me to do once we get there. Endless people, endless problems. The walls, they’re coming up around us, I can see them already. 

Forget it all. Let’s run away. Let’s turn back now, board a train--

No, I can’t do that. I never had the drive. If I did, neither of us would be here right now. If I don’t finish this now, I’ll be thinking about the look on their faces forever. Their faces the morning after...

I wish you’d speak up sometimes. It’s too bad. You can do so much of the impossible, but I know you can’t help me here. Talk me out of it. Take the wheel. Because you don’t think. Not right now, anyhow.

I wonder what you’d say to them… well, there’s no point in wondering.

But these roads, this ice - we can’t keep going right now. I think you agree. It’s out of my control. We’ll get there eventually, but for now, let’s stop. I could use a warm drink.

Are you awake?

Let’s make sure you’re not.