By some miracle of the universe, you'd convinced Alec that a road trip would be good for the two of you. You weren't really sure how you'd done it, if you were honest. However, what was important to you was that you were in the car, with bags shoved into the rear of said car, on your way up to London for a little sightseeing.

Now, the drive wasn't actually meant to be that long. It was about two hours and forty minutes, and you'd been on longer trips. Piece of cake, right? Wrong. You were going on the fourth hour, and the two of you were getting antsy.

What, pray tell, had extended your drive to such a heinous degree?

Well, first there was rain. Heavy rain that, for safety's sake, required a slower driving speed. Then there were the accidents. On no less than three separate occasions, cars ahead of you had hydroplaned and crashed, causing traffic to come to a screeching halt. Between the rain, the crashes, pulling over periodically to switch drivers, and bathroom breaks, it was easy to see how much time you'd lost.

Around ten at night, four hours after you left, it had become simply impossible to see through the rain. Alec pulled the car over at the nearest gas station, parked in front of it, and turned to you.

"Looks like we're stuck here until the rain passes. Sorry, love."