It’s December and it has yet to snow, a complete tragedy in your eyes, though as you wake up you can’t help but feel like something’s off. As you get up and look out the window your eyes widen at the sight, six inches of snow stuck to the ground. Without thinking you get dressed but completely ditch your snow gear, quickly going outside. After a while Gaz can’t find you, worried he looks out the window to see you. Your fingertips and nose have turned red, though you don’t seem to care.