"They're gonna be busy today," Matt said, then added when he drew open the window blinds, "Holy Smoke! This is a quantifiable blizzard!"
"Then let's sleep in," Farley muttered. "There's nothing else to do."
"You might be wrong there, Bro," Matt turned, wearing the look of an idea. "If the police are all busy and the snow keeps providing cover, we might be able to do a scan and avoid attention."
Farley groaned. "You're right... Bro," he replied.
They dressed hurriedly, but when Farley opened the cabin door they were greeted by almost two feet of drifted snow that collapsed onto his sneakers with the first gust of wind. Farley closed it and stamped the snow onto the floor before it soaked him. "Now what," he said.
"Let's look out back." Matt moved to the bathroom and peered out. "It loo
