THEODORE
This was the second day since the power outage and things weren't looking too good.
Our surroundings were getting colder by the hour, and the network was still down. Contacting our host, Airbnb, or even the authorities was pointless. It was impossible to see anything outside.
By the time the storm passed, there was a high chance that everything would be buried under the snow.
Miss Rhodes was finding the situation...harder than I was. There was cause for concern, so I didn't hold it against her.
It was starting to get unbearably cold; coats and blankets weren't helping. My fingertips were frozen. Drinking whiskey helped keep me warm, so there was that. The problem was that, for some reason, Alice refused to have a drink.
She was on edge around me. Paranoid.
By God, I
