“They’ll have taken the decoy – that’ll buy us at least a couple of hours.” He tucked the map back into the glove compartment and turned up the heater. “Oh, look on the bright side,” said Eliot, folding the map back up. I mean, what’s the point of being in the Sentinel if you can’t do magic when you really need to?” “Bad enough that we have to use this old piece of junk. “If we don’t go sliding down the mountainside first,” muttered Marcus, coaxing the Ranger on. “In that case,” said Eliot, peering at the map, “we have…another eight miles until the turning, then we go straight on for another ten, through the barrier.” The girl was curled up against Shona, solemn eyed and quiet. Her arm was around the Ranger’s fourth passenger, a little girl, maybe six or seven, wrapped up in Marcus’ jacket. Shona was leaning against the back seat with Eliot’s bag across her knees. “Fifteen,” came a tired voice from the back seat. “Just a second.” Eliot wiped his glasses and opened the map again, with their route lit up in one long fluorescent line. “Thanks, man.” Marcus changed gear and settled down to watch the road. “Here.” Eliot leaned over from the passenger seat, holding his gloves wadded up in a ball, and wiped the glass. The wipers were keeping snow off the glass, but the condensation on the inside meant it was getting harder to see. Leaning on the wheel, Marcus peered out through the windshield, frowning. Apart from the falling whiteness it was the only thing moving in the landscape. The sound of the car’s engine was muffled by the snow – it was a 2202 Miyaki Ranger, an old model but well serviced – as it came slowly on, under the heavily-laden branches of the trees either side. Not long before midnight, a pair of high-beams cut through the night with a pale ghostly glow, coming around a bend. As night fell on Thursday, the passes were a foot deep in snowdrifts, the darkness crystalline and frozen. And it closed the mountain roads, blanketing them in powder-soft flakes that fell in a heavy curtain, hour after hour. It brought Denver and Boulder to a standstill, dark and frozen. It took down power cables towards the north, covering the relays so the cables couldn’t self-reconnect as they were designed to. The forecasters predicted it would last for a day or two at the most, but by mid-week it was still snowing as hard as ever, blanketing everything in chill wet silence. It blew down from the Rockies, pouring icy wind over the whole state, bringing flakes like thick confetti.
Nancy drew the final scene day 2 projection room stuck tv#
The blizzard which every radio and TV station had been predicting for a week had finally come to Colorado, and come hard.
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