Chatterbox: Inkwell

Hi, does anyone remember me?  I haven't been on in a while...  This is a R.R.  

Darcy and Julie trudged through the snow.  The streetlamps cast a dim yellow light on the snow at their bases, but other than that only the moon and stars penetrated the darkness.  Julie panted; it was hard work breaking a path.  Then she glanced at Darcy.  Snowflakes pelted down onto her red knit cap, and dark strands of hair sprang out from under the cap, framing her ruddy cheeks.

"I'm cold," Julie whined "Let's stop somewhere."

Darcy's eyebrows furrowed determinedly.  

"No.  We need to get home."

"I need a rest.  We can just stop until the storm lets up a little."

"Mother and Father will be worried."

Julie squinted against the hard snow pelting her face.  "It won't help if we get lost and NEVER come home!  She exclaimed dramatically.

Darcy rolled her eyes.  "We're not going to get lost."

"How do you know?"  Julie questioned her sister darkly. 

Knowing that her Julie wouldn't stop until she got her way, Darcy gave in.  "Fine."

Julie shot Darcy a small smile.  A bright, warm light came from directly ahead, far too strong to be a streetlamp.  She pointed at it.  "We can stop there."

Darcy rolled her eyes once again.  Lately, it had become her signature move.  "Julie.  We don't even know what that is, let alone whos there."

"Well we have to stop somewhere."  As they tramped through the fast-falling snow, they got closer and closer to the light until they were directly in front of a door with a dark wood frame and clear glass taking up the rest of the door.  The twin sisters pressed their faces to the glass, peering in.  Julie raised her hand to knock...