Even if the
room was filled from top to toe with students everything was so dead quiet.
Matty could
almost count every single snowflake falling down from the dark night,
reflecting under the lampposts and falling on top of the already filled coated
snow like a sheet over the town. At any other certain time he would have loved
the sight in front of him.
But now it
only seemed deadlier the further the seconds passed by without any sight of
either you, or Luke, down on the streets.