It was a day in winter, and you were outside, warm with your sweater. You were watching the children playing outside in the snow, when suddenly, you heard a sad sigh next to you. When you turned around, you saw a young man sitting on a tree branch, looking at the children.

"I wish they could see me..." Jack said.

Jack hadn't noticed you, that you were looking at him at that moment. The man held in one hand a wooden staff, which seemed to have ice on it right where he touched.