Tyler thought he had never accomplished something that meant as much to him as his company, yet looking at his Las Vegas wife and thinking about her working with him in the mansion starting on Monday would either be eventful or dreadful. He got to where he could make out the shape of the mountain above them and smirked. He rushed up the hillside of the window, keeping a distant view of the road and his car's shadows, as a smile formed on his lips as he realised that there were tendrils of smoke curling from the distant lodge. The moonless skies were a bit brighter, with so many stars appearing and storms slowly disappearing.
He poked the sleeping form of Mary.
"Miss Borthman?" he demanded loudly. She rolled over and yawned. "What? Is it morning already?"
"Nope!"
She groaned, "Then why
