The snow had followed Katelina and Jorick on their trip and left a smooth white blanket that the day walkers had muddled into slush along the streets and sidewalks. Once they left the town behind, they were greeted by unspoiled fields of white, where no one had ventured. The view that flashed past the windows made Katelina think of Christmas and hot cocoa, two things that seemed to be in another dimension. Somehow the idea of Jorick and Christmas in the same sentence was just too weird to contemplate.
Two hours later they turned onto an undisturbed side road. Loren dropped the speed considerably and squinted through the windshield. Flakes fell from the sky with just enough frequency to obscure his view, but not enough to stop the wipers from squeaking.
"Turn," Jorick ordered, and that's
