After safely escorting Pascoe back to his home, Allen, Rodion, and Susan walk through the snowfall towards their way homes. As they trekked through the cold air, Allen's thoughts drifted to his recent conversation with Pascoe. Over and over, he replayed the words exchanged between himself and Pascoe, hoping desperately that he had said the right things.
As they finally arrived at their destination, the snow clung to their clothing and weighed down their limbs.
Allen couldn't shake his feelings of unease. The conversation with Pascoe had left him unsettled, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was something he could have done differently.
"Susan, today you really have to stay here. It's already starting to snow," Rodion said.
"I won't! I'm going home!"
'Yeah, stubborn as I expected,' Rodion thought.
Rodion took the umbrella and two thick cloths from the storage shed and gave them to Susan and Allen.
