Raylan grinned and lifted his eyebrows a little as he turned the light in and followed, sweeping it left and right across what looked like a kitchen that spilled into a dining room, plates and cutlery still left on the table and the hallway that he followed down into the living room. Another mediocre house, but it made locating the fireplace easy.

"Seems like someone left us a basket," he said, focusing the light on the little iron basket in front of the fireplace that was stacked mostly full with all of seven bits of wood. Raylan came to a stop; If he was light, John was the manual labour.

"No. Night before last, I tried to walk up this way through the storm and couldn't. I fell back to that last house on the block. It's got a couple of bedrooms but I can't sleep, so I sit beside my fire and wait for the sun." He glanced out the windows briefly. Was the sun ever going to come back?

What he wouldn't give for Winona to just show up. As much as she would hate it all, at least he wouldn't be alone. At least he could courner her for the answer as to why he'd been left with two very unacceptable sentences.

"We find a house with a darker soot top chimney, we might get lucky and find a larger pile." Easier topics.