[ Angela stands with her arms crossed, trying to stomp the feeling back into her toes. She eyes the sky, snowflakes falling down on her face and immediately melting away, except for those that linger on her eyelashes. ]
The shuttle should have returned for us by now. Maybe the weather is worse from where it's flying?
stage iii; 2
The shuttle should have returned for us by now. Maybe the weather is worse from where it's flying?