After putting your scarf that Mel had given you on a snowman that was built for a snowman competition that night, you had went home and into bed. Little did you know that that snowman had came to life all thanks to your scarf. And, oh dear, he was completely exposed, only with the drape of the scarf covering his most private parts. But of course, he didn't know that, and nearly flashed a poor old couple walking their dog that night.

the next morning, you woke up, got ready, and headed to the diner where you work, Kathy's diner. When, before you could even go up the steps, you saw a new man, talking to.. the snowmen? You walked over, asking what was the matter. He had a short Jean jumpsuit on, with the name "Jack" stitched into the chest of it, with boots on and the scarf. You took him into your home, trying to figure out what to do with him. I mean, he appeared out of nowhere, claimed that you had brought him to life with the scarf, kept saying that he loved you, well, he said he loved everything he saw. He ate ice daily, constantly "melting" as your friend, who is a doctor, had said when you brought him in, thinking he had hypothermia.

You both sit in the living room, you draped in blankets and jumpers and whatnot, while he was sitting with ice in a bowl, heater off, TV on, with all the windows open. At least someone was comfortable.