Dig Us Out

"Uh, Castle?"

A half-asleep, shirtless Castle peers around the bedroom door. He blinks a few times. "Yeah?"

"I think we're snowed in."

"No. No, we can't be. We have tickets and -"

"Yep." She pushes harder at the front door. It doesn't budge. "Snowed in."

"But tickets!"

She rolls her eyes at him.

"So, now what? How do we get out?"

"We check the other doors and windows and if there's no way out, we call someone. Then, we wait."


"Yeah, Castle. We wait."

"Til they dig us out?"

"Right," she agrees.

"But tickets!"

"I'm sorry, Castle, but we're not going to make it."

He frowns and something similar to panic crosses his features.

"To the event, I mean. We'll be fine here."

"Right. Fine." His hands toy restlessly with one another as he begins to pace. Then, he stops. "I'll check for ways out."

She nods, glad for the distraction. "I'll check the windows. And Castle?" she calls.

He stops and turns his head to look at her. "Yeah?"

"I'm sure we can find something... else... to do here. You know. If we can't find a way out."

It takes a moment for her words to sink in, but when they do, he smirks. "This something else. Will it be better than monster trucks?"

"Oh, it'll be better," she agreed.