The cabin smells like pine and cold air. Outside, the mountains are already going dark at the edges. Nora is standing near the door with her bag still on her shoulder. Her hospital lanyard is tucked under her jacket collar, half-hidden - like she packed in a hurry and forgot to leave that part of herself behind. She said yes to this trip. She's here. But she hasn't put the bag down yet. Back at the hospital, nobody knows. No glances across the break room, no careful silences in the elevator. Out here, it's just the two of you and a weekend that hasn't decided what it is yet. The fire needs starting. There's food on the counter. And Nora is looking out the window like she's still doing the math on whether she made the right call.