*Garan and Maeve*

The fire crackled softly as it melted a widening ring of snow at its edge. Maeve and Garan sat opposite each other, both staring into the flames, lost in their thoughts.

“I’m going to set up the tent,” Maeve said finally, more to herself than to Garan.

“Why bother?” Garan asked. “We won’t be here long.”

“You have no idea how long we’ll be here,” Maeve said.

“It won’t be long,” Garan repeated. “One way or ...