#70s.event

hen might actually, genuinely be in trouble. he had thought the walk wasn't worth bringing his car, that it might be nice to get some exercise. he'd made the hike a few times now, but never in the snow like this. it had crept up on him, a few flakes quickly turning into a whiteout. eventually, the snow became too heavy to see through, and he was stuck seeking shelter off the road. the only shape he could see through the snow looked like what could have been a barn, and desperate for a reprieve, he headed towards it. the doors were unlocked, thankfully, and he slipped inside. unsure of what else to do, he just sat himself down on a haybale, already worrying about the kid. he trusted samson, but who knows how long he was going to be stuck in this barn, the wind whistling outside.

there had been whispers of a storm for days now, but zehra hadn't believed it. every day was gray and gross, today wouldn't be much different. but she was very wrong. it was her day off and she had just pulled into the station's parking lot, mizzy sleeping soundly in the backseat of her car, a chill cutting through the feather down coat and straight to her bones. there was no way she was leaving mizzy in the car, no matter how quick she was planning to be inside the building. "alright, miz, behave. we're just gonna be quick." she spoke to the pup like she was a petulant child, determined for mischief. in reality, mizrak stayed glued to her side as she unlocked the door to the station. there were lights on inside, giving her the hint that she wasn't alone. "hello? anyone in here?" she called out, stopping in her tracks. mizrak stopped with her, her ears twitching as she listened.