Elizabeth was sitting in the driver’s seat of the van again, with her hands resting on the wheel the way a child would sit if they were pretending to drive.
She was clearly restless; she wanted to go and find food, because it was something to do that did not involve spending any more time staring out of the windows at the same snow-covered trees as she had been staring at for hours now.
But they couldn’t leave until they knew what was happening, and that meant that all she could do was to wait there and keep on looking out of the window as she hoped that she would see some sign of the others returning.
Sawyer had given up on trying to distract her.
She was irritable and argumentative, and there was no point in trying to interact with her.
He felt bad for her. She was essentially tra
