"The GPS says it'll be at least a week before we get to the cabin."

"Laura we're not trusting those frakking machines."

"But Bill, they're hardly Cylons; it's just a—"

"We don't need it."

"Fine."

Laura sighs as Bill slams down the trunk of the van and gets into the driver's seat. Honestly, as much traveling as they do, their lives would be so much easier if he'd just trust this one piece of technology.

"So, which way Mister I-Don't-Need-Technology?"

"I know the way, Laura."

"Right."

"You doubt me?"

He gives her that crooked, playful smile of his as he starts the engine. She can't help but return it, shaking her head.

"Of course not. Lead the way."

"Yes Ma'am."

She giggles, settling back in her seat as they pull out of the parking lot of their cozy apartment complex and into daytime traffic.

"Wow, it's bad," Laura remarks, leaning forward in her seat to try to see ahead. "Good thing I brought these." She reaches into the traveling bag by her feet and pulls out two carefully wrapped joints.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Bill challenges her smirk with a quirk of his eyebrows.

"Oh, it's nothing; you know how I feel about driving under the influence. It's perfectly safe, I promise."

As if to demonstrate, she retrieves a lighter from her bag and lights one of the joints, rolling down the window before taking a puff and letting it out in a billow of smoke. Bill smiles.

"All right."

Laura sticks the joint in between his lips and lights it for him. She sighs, holding her smoke elegantly between her fingertips as she stares out the window.

"How long do you think before we're out of here?"

"Not long. Should clear up once we turn off the main street."

Laura hums her acknowledgment and takes another puff of her joint. Despite the late autumn chill, the sky is fairly clear and she can relax into the warmth of the sun. Closing her eyes, she slowly releases the smoke she'd been holding in her lungs as she props her elbow on the windowsill and rests her head on her hand. Getting in and out of cities is always a pain, but the countryside ahead of them always makes up for it. But until then. . .

She takes in another lung-full of smoke, blowing it out into the already-polluted city air. She's definitely going to need the joint.