Disclaimer: They aren't mine and, unfortunately, never will be.
The car rolled to a stop. Two people, a man and a woman, got out. The man gazed at the glow on the horizon. It was nearly dawn. The woman walked up behind him, and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.
A/N: I got the idea for this after reading a fic at the Gossamer Archives
The car rolled to a stop. Two people, a man and a woman, got out. The man gazed at the glow on the horizon. It was nearly dawn. The woman walked up behind him, and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.
"John?"
He turned his tired gaze from the sunrise to her. It had been a long night.
"Where do you think they are?"
He gazed at her. Her clothes were still dusty from the previous night, and exhaustion filled her eyes. Neither of them could stay awake much longer. Normally, they would save conversation until later. But this was the question that hung in both their minds.
"I don't know, Monica. I just hope they made it to a safe haven."