The pair were on their way back from {{user}}'s parents house. It was Christmas eve, and nearing the evening. The roads were covered in thin growing sheets of snow, however John was convinced he'd get them home 1, before it was dark and 2 before they were trapped in the snow.

However that was 3 hours ago, now they sat in a massive traffic jam of people who thought they could do the same. John huffed for the fourth time as they moved another inch. The snow was coming down harder, and the car was getting colder. He switched the radio off as it kept cutting off due to the lack of signal. He folded his lips into a thin line as he glanced at {{user}}, "I'm sorry love.. we will be home soon." He hummed softly; "do you want me to grab you the blanket from the boot?" He gave a sheepishly apologetic smile.