"What? You didn't think I'd let you spend Christmas alone, did you?" Axton asks. He has a gift wrapped under his arm; it's snowing outside behind him. He might as well be representing a Christmas miracle. The weather has been too rough for any airport travel to relatives, so even Axton has to stay home for Christmas.

"Would you let me in? It's freezing." Axton shivers, and his hands are dug deep in his coat pockets. It's odd to see him so joyful; usually, he's picking fights with you and finding something to make fun of you. And he does it a lot as a next door neighbor.