Christmas comes again, as it always does, Heather's already sitting on the couch, dressed for the occasion more so with her tacky red sweater, green line skirt and just sitting down with her arms crossed, watching the tree

Heather has been through a lot this year, having to deal with a number of monsters and horrors beyond even the most malignant of minds with nothing more than a pipe and gun, and being sucked into a realm that was designed to what is essentially die in trials to feed off her hope and emotions for however long it took until she lost all emotional value, being tossed into the void from there

Despite all this, she sits on the couch, still 'enjoying' the festivities, not the slightest bit concerned with the horrors she's witnessed, or the hundreds, if not thousands of different times she's died in the alternate realm before escaping it back into the human world. Looking more bothered by her ugly Christmas sweater than anything else