"Here we go."
Chris and Grace held the unconscious Robert by his shoulder while Faith held the heavy Rolls Royce back door for them, the snow was, as usual, merciless.
The red nose of Faith felt stuffy, and a head without a scarf or hat in this terrible weather was a torture in itself. Chris took over the whole of Robert's body from Grace's hand and laid him flat in the back seat.
"Grace, you have to drive."
"Alright."
Faith showed her red, almost frozen hand with a smile. Grace, seeing it, nodded her head and took a step, but before she could take another, Chris held her hand. Faith saw it with her side vision, with a smirk, she just walked fast and entered the front passenger seat.
"Sorry about today."
"We can't control what others do to us, but we can control how we react, and I like the way you dealt with the situation."
