From whence came the beasts--the devils, the demons, the creatures--of the deep (blizzard)? The group knew naught: not of them, the snow, the fog, and the mysterious voices. How would they survive? How could they escape the cabin? Only one thing was...
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"I just don't know anymore, John. It'll surely break her heart once we tell her."
"It's a mutual agreement, Mary." John responded. "You can't say now, after all the finances have been squared away, that we'll undo the divorce. Lilly is finally old enough; sure, it won't strike a good spot within her, but she should understand."
John looked out the window of the small coffee shop on the outskirts of the high tree-laden mountains, giving a deep sigh of unhappiness at the attrition of his once fruitful marriage. Mary, meanwhile, could only stare down at her full mug and fail to enjoy the simple, pleasant aroma that the bean water gave off. Only the sight of Lilly far past the other side of the mountain passes could ease her mind and inflict if not the smallest bit of reprieve from stress.
The state of what their relationship had become was not due to one reason alone, nor was it necessarily a founded growth of contempt each had for one another. They had both been ruminating over it for a considerable amount of time, since when Lilly (their daughter) journeyed off to the university. The reasons were numbered; each too petty to mention, yet a large culmination of them all. It was, in fact, the last trip the couple would make before parting ways: to see their child once more, breaking the sorrowful news to her, before finally splitting ways.
Despite the dull and low-some emotions of the moment, they were, of course, very excited to see Lilly, who had been away for the last year, and if it truly was John and Mary's last moment together, they both felt it worthwhile.
"We best get a move on." Said John as he stood up. "Probably still about five hours left to go and God knows how much traffic we'll encounter once in Seattle."
They both left the check and made their way back to their small urban-fitting vehicle.
"Do you feel that too?" Asked Mary.
"It did get abnormally chilly, didn't it?" Said John as he looked up to the sky. "Good thing I brought a jacket."
The two then hopped in the vehicle, readying themselves for the long drive ahead and the even longer return. Mary, being the passenger, threw a blanket over her and covered her eyes in an attempt to sleep.
John turned on the radio, only to a slight degree so as not to wake her. As he found out, the air was becoming oddly cold for early September, but, as they were on the pass, he thought nothing of it and turned on the heater. With every five minute interval, he had to progressively turn the knob more and more until, to his bewilderment, it began to snow. It was at the same time that a deep fog began to settle on the ground and eventually engulf the car in a short time.
The shock–which was moreso confusion–grew to a point where he could no longer keep it contained and had to wake up Mary. She slowly opened her eyes until coming to her senses and leaning upright quickly.
"How weird." John said while they both half-laughed. "Snow doesn't usually start falling here at least until November. It was 80 degrees not three hours ago."
