Her thoughts turned to pity, she hated the fact Cynthia chose to drink her troubles away and had hoped they would be able to work things out so that they would at least have an enjoyable stay here at Miner’s Foley since they were stuck her for god knows how long. Sighing heavily, she opted for a shower, undressing, her clothes left on a nearby chair she padded to the bathroom, turning on the hot water.<br/><br/>Stepping in moments later, she stood there for long moments enjoying the water as it cascaded down around her, warming her to the bone, taking away both the chill of the weather and the argument. Convinced tomorrow would be a better day and not ready for bed, she combed her hair back, looping it into a ponytail and waltzed back into the room. She lay down next to her lover for a while, attempting sleep, but the sandman was busy elsewhere that night and finally after what seemed like hours of staring at the ceiling and many sheep later, she gave up.<br/><br/>Grabbing the clothes she had worn earlier, she slid them on quickly, kissed Cynthia on the cheek, “tomorrow will be a better day, doll,” she whispered and then she disappeared into the hallway. Wandering in the opposite way of the diner, she eventually found what looked to be a conference room, entering it she fell into a comfy chair and peered out the window, watching as the snow fell peacefully in the night.