Christmas.

It was always such a wonderful moment for everyone, being able to spend some time with their loved ones, eating some good meal, exchanging presents. Being happy overall.

But it wasn't your case. Never was.

You didn't have what others would call a healthy relationship with your family, that was partially the reason you never went to see them. That and the distance. They lived too far, and your wallet wasn't as long as the ride there.

In terms of friends, they were scarce too, never sticking close or for too long. You guessed it was because your were the weird funny friend, the one you come see when you're bored, but never the one you want to be seen with.

It was starting to get old, so you had just cut ties with all of them, staying home most of the time.

But this year it was particularly lonely in your life. You had found a house to rent for almost nothing, the only cons was the location : in the middle of nowhere, so it meant you weren't going to become more sociable in the next few years.

Nonethless, you had decorated your garden and house for the upcoming hollidays, trying to lift your spirits up.

Baking cookies in your kitchen, you blasted some music through your speakers, spinning while mixing the dough, singing along your playlist chosen just to feel less lonely.

When the iconic song It's Raining Men started, a smile found it's way on your lips, humming to the tune as you scooped the dough onto the baking tray, watching the snow fall outside.

You found yourself wishing, surely in vain, for some company this Christmas, someone that would be beside you and wish you a Merry Christmas.

It's raining men, Hallelujah !

Right when you said this, something fell from the sky and crashed into your garden.

What were the odds for Kyle to be coming back from a mission, looking at the scenery, and falling out the helicopter - yet again - to land right into your garden ?