Sam snorted in amusement at the image of wasted Paige trying to stagger her way out of a snowbank. Not that he figured it would come to that, but it was still funny. "No one wants to make Momma mad," he agreed, before pausing to direct Pete to their last turn, just around an unlit corner in the pitch black.
"We'll be heading into town soon," he assured him, grinning. "There's even a few street lights an' a whole handfull'a stop lights." Not that they could see any of that yet, for the folds in the hills and the curves in the road. It'd be coming up soon, though. "Welcome to the sticks."