Snippet #1667119

"40 winks perhaps? It might be a good idea as we make our way to the little house at the base of the mountain range." Rewarding himself with a last drag from his nearly spent cigarette Walter turned back to the beautiful view outside the cafe window. With a long exhale he turned to Abagail, "I think its about time to get moving again." Sitting a few seconds more he waited for a consenting look from Abagail, once he received it he got up from his chair, now standing beside the table he reached into his pocket and pulled out some Euro and preceeded to pay for the two drinks that he and Abagail had consumed so quickly. Walter and Abagail grabbed their bags and headed for the door, unfortunately when they got out of the cafe there were no horse drawn carts for them to steal. There were also no taxi's that drove where they needed to go, for all properly built roads ended just five miles ahead. After several minutes waiting outside the cafe they finally go a ride from a passing car, the person driving the vehicle, who happened to speak english fairly well, agreed to take them to the old house, even though she wouldn't normally venture that far into the countryside.