Jack stared out at the weather, it was getting worse and worse.  The snow was coming down hard and any hope of leaving town was dashed.  The buses wouldn't run in this weather nor did Jack want to risk a bad end careening over the safety rail and down some ravine.  He looked at the beleaguered clerk at the station's front desk, "So is there any where I can stay until the blizzard blows over?"  The clerk gave him an owlish look, it was obvious that he rather be at home perhaps under a thick layer of blankets and Jack couldn't blame him.  "There's a nearby lodge you can stay at."  The clerk helpfully piped up.<br/><br/>Jack paused for a moment before sighing.  "How far away is it?"<br/><br/>"Not too far, sir.  here, let me call a taxi for you."<br/><br/>When the taxi arrived, Jack got in, putting his luggage and board in the trunk.  His guitar case, he kept next to him in the back seat.  Jack stared out the window at the blizzard.  There wasn't much to see and the place had mostly become a ghost town with everyone closing up shop.  The drifting snow eventually lulled him to sleep and when Jack awoke they were at the hotel.  He blinked a bit.  It looked alright he supposed, hopefully the accommodations would be quite comfortable...  Jack paid the driver before hauling his luggage through the doors and into the lobby proper.  Jack looked around, there wasn't anyone else in the lodge except for him the receptionist and whom he presumed  was the maanger helping out the customer in front of him.