"Are you ready for today?" Sharon finally asked when they were alone in their rental car. The two had finished breakfast, but with Marge wandering around her quaint kitchen and dining room, Sharon and Andy had been unable to discuss any details of the day. The conversation had been light, much like the night before. Now, they were ready to tackle the day, early as it was, with the darkened morning sky making it look more like evening. They'd been in the car now 10 minutes letting it warm up, but neither had said much. Both were tired, and there was still some sort of tension in the air. Sharon and Andy seemed to both feel it, but neither wanted to address it.

Andy sighed while he nodded. He looked out the window, which didn't allow him to see much. It was still dark, almost like dusk outside. He turned back to Sharon who was in the driver seat and shrugged, "Yeah, ready as I'll ever be. You have the address?" It was now after 9:00 in the morning, and it was time, time to find Michelle and maybe Sarah. Sharon pointed to her phone. I put the address in when you ran back inside for your phone. Andy had been forgetting things all morning, a sign his mind was elsewhere. Sharon pulled up the navigation.

"Oh," Sharon sat back, "it's only a few miles. I don't know why I thought it would take us longer to get there."

"I think I'm going to be sick," Andy grumbled and put his hand up to his head. Sharon looked over and then reached over, squeezing his hand. Andy looked to her when she did that, and he gave her a small smile. Nothing more was said. Sharon put the car in gear, and they started to the address, not a word between them.

"The snow we got overnight certainly makes it beautiful this morning," Sharon said a few minutes later. They weren't far from their destination, but the snow on the road was slowing traffic. The plow had been through once, but from appearances, that had been hours ago, and more snow had fallen after that. Sharon was being very careful on the slippery roads.

"It is," Andy said. "Sorry, I'm not much company this morning."

"No apology," Sharon said. "Ahh, did you sleep well? Maybe we can talk about something to keep your mind off of today."

"No, I was cold and barely slept. You?" Andy grumbled.

"Hmm, same," Sharon said. "My radiator didn't throw out much hot air. The blankets only did so much. There was a chill in the air."

Andy huffed, "There's been a chill in the air," he grumbled again, this time alluding to their interaction as well as the temperature. I'd say it was downright cold. I was freezing. I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and my feet felt like ice cubes. I ended up sleeping in my slippers. I couldn't stand my socks on my feet, just a personal preference, but I felt absurd with my slippers too."

Sharon chuckled and nodded, "I must have slept some. I didn't hear you use the bathroom, but I was bundled in my pajamas, a sweater, socks, and I wrapped up in a blanket. I wonder if we could convince Marge to turn up the heat."

"Did you see her this morning? She was in a short-sleeved t-shirt!" Andy exclaimed. "Here, I'm wearing a dress shirt, sport coat, jeans, and a coat over that, and I'm still cold. She's wandering around in short sleeves going on about how warm it is."

Sharon hummed, "I guess you get used to the cold."

"No thanks," Andy waved. "I'm good with sunny California, even if it's full of dirt bags murdering each other all over Los Angeles."

"This is the turnoff," Sharon stated as she slowed the car. There was no other traffic. They were headed back out of town again. With it being a peninsula surrounded by glaciers and ocean water, there was one way in and one way out. Neither had studied that the night before. Both had been focused on getting to town. Their minds were all over the place, and now, as Sharon sat on the two-lane road, looking to the dirt road turnoff, Andy looked around too.

"You sure?" he asked. "I mean, is this really a road? It looks like it was or is a dirt road with snow on it. I wouldn't even know it's a road without that random sign there and what looks like some kind of track."

"Snowmobile," Sharon told him. "Marge talked about those here, or snow machines as they call them in Alaska. It's a road," she gestured to the sign next to them. "Look, it points to several things down this road." Both looked at the sign, and sure enough, the road led to several things, including a boat rental, bar and grill, and several homes.

"Okay," Andy said. "Let's go ruin her day."

Sharon turned off on the road, checking to make sure their 4-wheel drive was on and working. She'd checked before they'd left their bed and breakfast, but she was a little nervous about driving over this snow. This area had not been plowed, but it looked like tire tracks and snow machine tracks had driven over it; the path was worn. They could hear the tires crunching on the snow as she slowly drove, her navigation alerting them they were almost at the address.

"I can't believe this is where she is!" Andy exclaimed as he sat forward in his seat, taking in everything. "I mean, it's like the end of the Earth here, the middle of nowhere. What in the world does she do here? It's like she was trying to hide from everyone, maybe me. I'm shocked."

"Certainly is a different lifestyle," Sharon admitted. "Sarah, if she grew up here, grew up quite differently from your kids or mine, such a different life."

"No kidding," Andy said. Sharon stopped the car when the navigation told them they'd arrived. She pursed her lips and looked at what stood next to them.

"It's a bar," Andy said, dropping his head. "It's not even where she lives. This is some bar."

"Not a large one either," Sharon said, studying the worn wooden structure. There was a small parking lot, which had not been plowed yet, and there was a boat rental company at the end of the dirt road. They'd passed a couple of log homes on the short drive back, but neither looked like full-time residences, more like fishing cabins for the summer. The tire tracks continued back to the boat rental place, but it looked closed up, from what they could tell. No lights were on, and with it being winter, they suspected this was also a summer building.

"Did she work here or something?" Andy asked. "I don't see any lights on anywhere." The sky was light enough for them to make out things around them by now, but it wasn't giving them enough daylight to really see well. Anyone home would have lights on in their homes. Nothing around them had any lighting on inside the buildings.

"I have no idea," Sharon said, shaking her head. "Maybe she worked here before. It was the last address you had, right?"

"Yeah," Andy said, now digging through the paperwork he'd brought with him. He pulled it out again and repeated the address to Sharon. She nodded and looked around again.

"It's not open. Let me go and see if it's open at all right now. It could be closed for the season," Sharon told him.

"You don't have to get out in this; I'll go check," Andy told her, but Sharon was already opening her door. Before she could respond, she closed the door and started walking quickly to the building. Andy could only watch her. She had on winter boots and a wool coat, but he could tell she was still cold. It was warmer today, five degrees so far, and Marge had said it was supposed to get to 12. Sharon moved quickly through the snow, and Andy sat there, just in shock. Nowhere in the plans did he expect to find absolutely nothing.

"Okay," Sharon said, climbing quickly into the car and closing the door. She turned to Andy, and he couldn't help but smile at her rosy cheeks. She rubbed her hands together. Her leather driving gloves obviously weren't keeping her hands that warm. "The sign on the door says the bar opens at 4:00."

"We could have come here last night if we had any idea!" Andy exclaimed. "This is just a mistake."

"No," Sharon reached over, stilling his hands. She waited until he looked at her, and she locked eyes with him, "It's not a mistake. We will come back. We're detectives, used to dead ends, used to plans changing. We can handle this, Andy; we'll adapt and return when it opens. This is why I'm here, to make sure you keep a clear head. We'll come back after the bar opens and see what we can learn. Maybe she still works here," Sharon shrugged.

"Maybe she worked here before and left, like a few years ago, when the trail seems to go cold on her," Andy grumbled.

"We'll come back," Sharon said, squeezing his hand. She gave him a small smile, "You can do this. Until then, let's drive around some, see what this quaint little town has to offer, shall we?"

Andy sighed and dropped his head, "I guess, sure. Can we get a real cup of coffee, though? That junk Marge was serving, well, she can cook, but her coffee is terrible."

"Absolutely," Sharon said with a small smile. "Let's see what we can find. It's a small town, no chain restaurants or stores, very few restaurants, but sure, let's see if we can at least get a cup of coffee."

"Right, because it's not like I can come back to this place," he hooked his hand at the bar, "and get a drink there."

"We'll come back," she said, eyeing him, her hand still on his, "and get some answers."