You sat impatiently on the bonnet of the snowy car, in the middle of no where, Ghost sat inside the car, a phone to his ear, trying to get through to Price or Laswell

“This is Bullshit!” He opened the car door, screaming out

“No fucking service! And our cars fucking froze over” ghost hits the side of the car, making it shake slightly, snow falling down to the side of your legs as you sat on the bonnet making small snowmen, snow falling endlessly out of the sky.