‘I got the deal, Sally, finally.’ Johnny sighed a sigh of relief. ‘They're coming through on the manufacturing end. I've got everybody covered. Caravan cars, tent cities. Everything's convertible. If someone loses their job, or a state or city gets attacked, everyone's getting a vehicle they can modify along the way into a temporary shelter. I got ‘em setting up storage facilities along the way and-’
Sally looked at him, smiling. Johnny hadn't been this happy in years, not since his accident. Her smile stopped him mid sentence. He smiled back at her.
‘It's good right?’
She looked at their son, playing with the toy train circling the Christmas Tree. ‘It’s better than good.’