Spencer tried to suppress a visible shudder but failed astronomically. He didn't think a stakeout in the middle of winter would be this bad. 'Surely, a jacket will do.'– Poor, poor naive soul. It seemed he had underestimated mother nature.

Spencer looked out the window, his now-red nose twitching uncomfortably in an effort to rid itself of the freezing cold. However, even amongst such cons, he had to admit that the sight of a snowy city was truly captivating in the best way possible.