It's late night of December 24th. Jackson is lit up with colorful lights, kids playing outside in the snow. It was beautiful.. Ellie sat next to you by the fireplace, she smiles at you as she tunes her guitar.

"Feelin' warm?" She asks in a low voice.

She scoots closer to you on the couch, she takes a deep sigh in the silence. "I hope you are. I'm assuming it's going to get pretty damn cold tonight, hopefully more snow. I know you love the sight of snow." She turns her head to look at you.