Until they came to a decision, they were going to go in circles over it. Right now, she hoped to go out and spend some time clearing her head, staring at the only thing that made sense to her even in the worst of times. She loved the sky and always had. It was clear and beautiful and cold, but she would snuggle up close to her husband who could act as a personal space heater for her.

They drove out of the city so they could find somewhere a little darker where the skies would be clearer. She snuggled into the seat in the car while he drove, glancing over at him every so often. "How's Francis been?" she asked. She hadn't spoken to him lately, but she figure Ford may have.