After about 15 minutes in the bar and being manhandled, Jean, had finally left the small town of Yukah Springs in the peeled out gravel dust and sped towards the direction the bartender had told her to go. Apparently it was a small dirt road that was half hidden by brush, but he assured her that after driving to and from her job that it would clear out naturally. Flustered she pushed her died hair from her face and adjusted her black winter coat, cranking up the heat a few degrees. She squinted in the dark as she searched the main road for any signs of the Eagle Ridge scenic road.<br/><br/>Had she not been looking for the road to begin with she would of drove right past it, but the slightly pressed down brush and vegetation marked it as the road she was looking for, along with a rusted mail box, that after years of sitting there seemed to have grown one with the nature around it. Turning down the road, it was another five minutes drive before she actually rolled into the driveway, but as her headlights panned over the cabins front porch, her brow arched. Was this the land lord and Conservation manager she had talked to over the phone? Leaning forward in the Jeep's front seat she studied the male standing there smoking the rest of his cigarette, looking completely at home there. Finally, she hesitantly stepped from the safety of the jeep and into the chilled and crisp midnight air of Northern Canada, okay crisp wasn't the word for it, it was the type of cold that was wet, heavy, and quickly set into ones bones no matter how many layers they had on, but still...<br/><br/>"Uh, Hi...I wasn't expecting anyone to Welcome me," her voice was earnest as she looked with her hazel eyes at the man standing in her headlights, quickly brushing her hair behind her ears as she stamped her feet and shivered breathing into her hands before she fished the cabin keys from her pocket. She was ready to get warm, but there was no way she was going in until she knew exactly who this guy was...