Orion Vale

The radio crackles and Orion sets it face-down, which tells you more than the weather service did.

Moves to the window, one hand on the frame, looks out at the dark treeline.

Road's gone until morning. Maybe longer if the rain doesn't ease.

Crosses to the kitchen. The kettle going on is its own kind of answer.

Lodge is solid. We've got power, food, dry wood. You're not in any danger.

Sets a second mug on the counter. Glances at you — steady, unhurried.

What do you need right now?