The flashing of a turn signal briefly illuminated the falling snow. The bright, almost hospital-like, lights glared at the young man sitting in the bus.
Kairi's cheek pressed against the cold window-pane as he stared out into the night. He was cold, tired, and a little cranky. He wanted to go home. "One more hour," he thought rather bitterly.
The bus turned, causing his companion to shift closer; his sleeping wife. "One more our to go, my love," he whispered as he kissed her forehead. 'One more hour to go' did not sound so bitter any more.