There was going to be a snow storm, not just a snow storm, but the greatest snow storm of the century or so the news told her. Olivia called her earlier that day telling them to hunker down, that there would be enough supplies in OPA to last them until the storm blew over. Huck wasn't answering his phone, she had called again and again, back to back, and still no answer. Against her better judgement she found herself rushing over to his house to find him, grab him, and head back to OPA with him. It's what Huck would do for her, appear out of thin air like a beacon of light.
His front door is locked which isn't abnormal, he's one of the few living B-613 members, it was dangerous to walk around with his doors unlocked. She used the spare key had given her, it had been odd when he had given it to her, shortly after Harrison's death. She poke around calling out his name a few times before finally taking the plunge and turning the corner to find Huck standing there. Water dripped from his chin and he was dressed, somewhat.
"Why didn't you answer your phone?"
"I was in the shower." He said, two years ago she would have murdered a small village to hear him say that without fear or anger, now she wanted to murder the man for keeping up with hygiene. She feared that something had happened to him, she didn't want to mourn Huck, she wanted him around for a long time. "Did you call Olivia?"
"And tell her what?"
"That you're going to be stuck here."
"It's fine, we can-" He stepped past her, out into the living room and pulled back the heavy curtains showing the beginnings of the snow storm, thick blankets of snow rolling over Washington D.C. quieting the busy city almost instantly.
"You should call her and let her know you're stuck here." Huck said and held out his phone to her as if she didn't have her own. That only meant one thing, "And tell her I'm here too."
"Of course." She slunk off into the kitchen, leaning against Huck's padlocked refrigerator as she called one of three numbers in the phone.
"Huck? Where are you, it's getting bad out there." Olivia said.
"It's Quinn, and we're stuck here, it's already too bad to get out and back to OPA."
"And where is here?"
"Huck's apartment."
"And why were you there in the first place?" Olivia asked.
"He wasn't answering his phone, I was worried." Quinn explained, "We're fine, together, trust me."
"Alright, just keep me posted if the lights go out or anything strange."
"Of course." Quinn said and then Olivia ended the phone call. When she returned to the living room Huck was sitting down on the couch, the couch he had moved so that it was positioned directly in front of the window. "And how did you move an entire futon without making any sound."