The girl's head was awkwardly rested against the glass window, her hands and arms slumped in her lap. She would look over at her occasionally, enjoying the peace a sleeping child spread through her. At times she hummed to herself, but she didn't put any music on. The journey had been a long one. Many stopovers in petrol stations to quench thirst and satisfy hunger, and to sleep sporadically here and there - whenever she needed a break from driving. The girl slept whenever she wanted, so there wasn't really any need to stay over in a town. Pay for a hotel.

The last stretch of drive had been through forest and tight valleys, all shadowing the road from the sun. When they were nearing Tromsø, they came around a bend. The landscape opened up into a bright display of white mountains. Pointy and sharp. Jagged. Rugged - roughly arranged together, but shining as brightly in the sun as a crystals thrown across the earth. Although she thought it a pity to wake the girl, she lightly shook her. She woke, if only for a moment, confused. Mmm? Indicating at the scenery, the girl looked out with her half open eyes, only to smile lightly and fall back into the deep state of unconsciousness she came from.

The mountains, though rough and raw, provided a brightness and excitement for reaching the final destination. A nice buzz in her body as she kept driving them, towards their new life. And they were together in it. Together on the journey.