The snow sank to the ground like petals, gently resting upon the ground as the cold breeze swayed the leaves of the trees. That night, sitting outside a cafe--a closing sign hung upon the doors--sat a man on a bench. Gently sipping on what appeared to be a warm drink, he observed the area. The sun had just set, and it was getting cold. He didn't look like he was going to stay for very long.