A flurry of snowflakes swept around their car, as Chris Davis and his young wife Serena sped down
the darkened country road toward home. Serena gazed out into the swirling snow, illuminated in the
glare of the headlights. To her, it seemed like a sort of magical fantasy, a grand dance of snowflakes
played out against a darkened stage as large as nature itself. It was a special performance, just for
the two of them.
She was still dressed in the medieval garb she had worn to the SCA banquet. How she loved to
dress up. The long flowing dress, the lace, it was an escape from the realities o the technological
present. Oh, to have been part of a simpler time and place, how wonderful it must have been.
Chris smiled as he glanced toward his lovely wife. They’d had a wonderful evening of food, laughter,
and good company, still, Serena suspected that Chris played the part of a medieval scholar at these
dress - up events more to please her than anything else.
Right now, they were anxious to get home, curl up in front of the fireplace, yet fate held a different
plan for them.