It's an ordinary day. It ought to be. The daemon glitch, the madness is ramping up, much to the alarm of many, who tend to prefer their neighbors at their usual levels of avarice and overprotective. But thus far, the werewolf and the Dragonborn have been leading ordinary days, with husband and girlfriend respectively, friends besides.

And it's on a snowy winter road by the city limits that they find themselves today.

There are a couple of flurries coming down now and then. No big storm, just enough to turn the light grey. There's a car stuck on the side of a road, its wheels lodged in the slushy ditch on the side. The young woman in the driver's seat is visibly bundled up against the chill. She's also visibly slapping her hands against the wheel, the flopping flip of her red hair visible through the back window.