Candy's vehicle was a conspicuously bright white thanks to a small incident yesterday that gave it a full coat of white and a broken windshield. The glass had been replaced, the paint not so much. It had been ready before its owner,  pilot called with a thought.<br/><br/>A cheap traffic ticker notes the road closings without further information or care for route taken. AR mood music starts up, generic as can be, but also suited for a nice calm drive in some other place. Sweden, perhaps, or any other place where it's cold enough to snow right now.<br/><br/>The outfit had been ready for about a day now, just waiting to adorn its owner, since the need was already known and the first day of need known. The fit was fine. The protection good. Or that was what Juna said to fill the silence that was Candy's driving style.