<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Night had fallen upon them quicker that Terrence had anticipated.  Luckily, the winds were delayed and they were able to find shelter.  It wasn't much.  The pair had left the city and walked in what used to be countryside for an hour or more.<br/>They had come to a decrepit looking old farm house.  There were holes in the walls and an irritating draft coming in.<br/>Still Terrence sat with his jacket off, laid out next to him.  It had revealed underneath, a grey sweat-shirt with very short sleeves.  <br/>A fire burned between them, Terrence cooked their food and they each drank out of a canteen of water.  The one good thing about the winds was that it kept the water cold, it made it's stale taste bearable.<br/><br/>Terrence cleared his throat and took a deep breath.  Whether he intended to speak was up to him.  He disliked the silence, it was okay when he was alone.  Then again, things weren't so silent in his solitude.<br/>He had to speak.<br/>"Whose eyes are blue?"  He knew she'd know what he was talking about, and he also knew that it wasn't the safest question to ask, but the silence was killing him.</div></blockquote>