Nora ate the rectangle of "toast" that the Doctor had given her, finding that it did in fact taste similar to french toast and that it was delicious. She suddenly wished that she had ordered one, as well. But she didn't complain. She just sipped at the cocoa, which was also delicious, and was taking a long look around the little cafe. Nora was taking in every detail as she could and a smile seemed permanently plastered on her face. Until the bell started to ring.

She looked at the Doctor initially, her mouth opened slightly as though she were about to ask a question, when the shop woman spoke. Nora looked between the two as the woman explained that there was a storm coming, then looked out of the shop window. She rose and moved over to the glass to get a better look. The streets were getting emptier by the minute. All of the children were running back to their parents, the people who had been collecting the snow had abandoned their work, and everyone was disappearing into buildings. Nora glanced back at the Doctor. "We walked for a while," she pointed out, worry lines appearing on her forehead. "Do you think we can make a run for it? Get back to the TARDIS before the storm hits? Or...do we try to find shelter in the city? Or something?"