Like Dinah had said yesterday: it'd been a while since she'd shared a bed with anyone. Especially anyone close enough to cling to like a teddy bear. And she was pretty wiped out.

So at some point, Dinah's hand touched Priestly's arm. And stayed there, as she started to dream.

...howling wind in the dark, cold, sharp air.

running running running, dogs barking ahead and people running running

a storm with faces in it nipping at their heels