It was a relatively short but winding drive back from Dublin, but one that quickly went from urban to rural. It was cold, but it didn't look like this area got much snow, the rolling fields gone wintery brown but otherwise bare. At some point they passed over an old stone bridge that crossed a modest river.
As they pull into the concrete driveway of
a townhome, there's a momentary glint from the windows, followed by a flurry of activity inside. Soon, the lights turn on.