Hrm...

It was only when the van came to a complete stop that they noticed it. Alice and Evan pulled the white van off the highway and into the rest station, Alice pushing her glasses up over her nose and leaning forward a little bit as the freezing drizzle pelted her windshield. Evan practically leapt out of his seat, the passenger side door opening swiftly so that the cold wet drops hit his face and his throat, causing him to hunch up into his jacket. He ran a hand through his brushcut dark brown hair, feeling the clumps of wet snow already forming. The weather was absolutely miserable. He trudged around to the back of the van, and his blue eyes widened with shock.

"Uhm, Alice? We've got a problem," he said.