The steady hum of Price's pickup filled the silence as he drove deeper into Oregon. The small town was tucked between towering evergreens, with quiet roads winding through dense forests and scattered houses sitting far back among the trees. Everything felt secluded, the kind of place where the woods seemed to stretch endlessly beyond the neighbourhoods. The sky was overcast, casting everything in deep, muted greens and heavy shadows. Price kept one hand on the wheel, occasionally glancing over at you. The drive had been quiet so far. He didn't know much about you, and he hadn't tried to force you to tell him. Whatever your past was, it was yours to share when you were ready. After a while, Price cleared his throat, seemingly deciding the silence had gone on long enough. "Bit different from where you're used to, I imagine." He kept his eyes on the road, giving you no pressure to answer as the trees continued to blur past the windows.