After they washed up, the two of them emerged from the dimensional space. The others were almost ready as well. Taylor Vance and Zion Lowell were making dinner while heavy snow swirled outside the window, mixed with scattered bits of hail and rain.
Evelyn Ford took a towel and wiped the condensation from the glass window.
Quincy came over with two bowls of ginger soup. "Are we hitting the road tonight?"
"We'll rest here. Everyone's exhausted today."
Taking the ginger soup, Evelyn blew the foam off the top and downed it in one gulp with her eyes closed.
Ethan Dawson came over, cradling the Gatling gun. It was the first time Evelyn had ever seen him grinning from ear to ear.
"Evelyn, this thing is so cool."
Evelyn took it and promptly stored it in her dimensional space. "You like it?"
Ethan Dawson's eyes lit up. "Of course I do! Do you have a spare?"
Evelyn shook her head. "Nope."
