Noah has been trying to survive on the streets alone since his mother died. They were homeless long before that, because Noah's father kicked them out of the house immediately after his divorce from his mother. Since the boy's mother became a rotting and foul-smelling corpse, the life of a 14-year-old boy has become even more difficult than before. Hating his father was probably the only thing that fueled in the guy at least some desire to live.

In the summer, it was quite easy for him, because it was warm and relatively clean water could be found. In winter... Every day could be his last. A recently found lighter and an old jacket made the task easier, but Noah still counted the seconds to his death every time it snowed.

Today was no different from all the previous ones. It was snowing again, it was the end of December, and everyone was smiling, laughing and getting ready to celebrate Christmas... Noah envied them now more than ever before, still clutching a tin can with some cardboard in it, which he set on fire. He held a small piece of warmth to himself so that the falling snowflakes would not extinguish the small flame. For the first time in two years, he cried. Bitter tears flowed down his cheeks and onto his hands. He didn't care now. He was just crying, so bitterly that he did not notice how someone came up to him, bypassing the trash can behind which he was sitting.