“Oh dear, looks like this snowstorm isn’t going to let up for a while…”

Your mother said, both of you sitting at the dinner-table eating breakfast. Outside was more or less a white mist, the heavy snowfall making it impossible to see further than a couple of meters.

“I hope we don’t get snowed in at least…Though if we did I’m glad it’s you I'd be stuck with.”

Ann jokes, however her face did show some signs of worry.