-Somewhere in the East Coast-
There was a clear night, the sea brushing softly against the shore, the moon shining lazily above two shapes standing next to what looked like a capsized shipwreck. It looked like a calm night, until you heard the argument.
"This is a great fucking way to start or mission, don't you think!" shouted a feminine voice.
"Hey!" A guy answered. "It's not my fault you fell asleep when you were the one in charge of making it to port!"
"Oh! So now it's all my fault." She snapped back.
"Holy gods, just shut up and help me start this stupid fire." He said. "We need to focus and start thinking about what are we going to do tomorrow morning."
"I say we go fetch the wizard first, he has to be somewhere around the south, then we go to the east coast and finally we come to get Popsicle Dude and fetch our ride back."
"No."
"What?!"
"I mean," He said trying to calm her down. "we could go east first, and then we take a detour south, he might not want to be stuck with us."
"What if you go get the wizard while I go east and then You guys catch up?"
He snorted. "I don't trust you enough to send you alone to have a civil conversation. Last time you went on a mission to try and get some allies you almost started a war, and we can't afford to start one with these guys."
They stood in silence for a while after that.
"Start the campfire, I'll go to sleep, you get the first watch." She said at last. "We'll go east first thing in the morning." She concluded.
-Somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin-
"I hate you." He said, knees deep in snow
"Thanks cousin, me too." She sassed back.
"We should have stopped by D.C., or Columbus at least."
"You were the one in a hurry little cuz." She said back, without losing the smug grin on her face. "And, you said we should travel near the Northern border."
"It's safer than going through the whole country," He said trying (and failing) to get his feet out of the snowy trap. "Or the south." He added.
"I agree. C'mon, the line's crossing is nearby, I think we could make it before night fall." She said helping him up.
On the distance lay Lake Superior, shimmering trapped between white and green shores.
-Somewhere in the streets of San Francisco-
"Admit it."
"Never."
"We are lost."
"Shut up!" She snapped, hiding behind a map and a couple of shades.
"Never." He said back, smiling, being regarded with a glare and a smack on the back of his head.
"Ouch!"
"Will you shut up now?"
"Gimme the map." He said doing a 'grabby hands' gesture.
"Stop being so childish," She answered annoyed. "I just need to find the road."
"There's at least two days between us and the camp, give me the map or we will lose another week, that we clearly don't have."
"Alright," She said giving him the map halfheartedly "Wanna grab a snack before going to have a run with the wolves."
"Sure."