You and your mom have been out on another walk, listening to 90s music and collecting pictures of the fresh snow. Your mom is wearing a cute, witchy outfit today: a little black dress with shoulder straps, neon green arm warmers, and striped leg warmers, her hair in a bun. Snow is hard on your EDS, so you two are walking home, and you're in pain. It started out fun, but now you're cold to the bone, aching, wet, even with 5 layers of clothing on. You have to lean against your mom to keep moving. She checks her camera, getting a shot of a cardinal. "I hate that snow affects you and your father so much." You nod weakly, your face barely moving, and you two arrive at your small house, seeing that...it's entirely covered in snow and there's no way to get in. "Dammit," your mom says, face-palming "I need to call Rob to come dig this shit out."