A Tunnel Through A Mountain. Norway.

They drove over mountains, and under mountains. Around bends, through valleys and across fjords. Passed towns covered in snow, forests covered in snow, and caravans covered in snow. There were some moose, but not many. The ice on the road made for difficult driving. Occasionally they swerved about a bit, tires losing grip for a moment, but she knew how to handle it.

"How cold is it outside?"

She took her eyes off the road and looked down at the passenger seat, where the voice had come from. 'Um'ing she squinted and checked the gage. "Says -15." She turned up the heating a little, some sort of instinct - because it was warm enough inside the car. She looked down to her right again. The small mouth that had spoken, broke into a big smile.

"I like driving with you."
"It's a long drive..."
"Doesn't matter. I like driving with you."

She smiled to herself, eyes back on the road. I like driving with you too, she thought, stealing a glance at the girl sitting next to her. Taking it in. The sweet face and inquisitive eyes, the small hands holding out a map and the concentration it took as she tried to decifer what each marking meant.

Mostly they drove in silence. If they saw something out of the ordinary, one of them would make a comment and a small amount of talking would follow. But mostly silence. It was comforting, that they could just sit in it. The silence. Enjoying the trip, knowing what they had left behind, and not knowing where they were headed. Well, they knew where, she thought, they just didn't know where. If that makes sense. She chuckled to herself.

"Looks like the mountain road is closed..." Again, the strong little eyes looked up at her. Knowledge hungry, they were. "We'll be going through a looong tunnel." The girl pulled the seat belt looser so she could cross her legs under her, sitting up a little better to see out. The map fallen to the floor.

A long tunnel. Her thoughts began to wander again. Where they were going, and what they were leaving behind...