Here Bell was, standing around in his fluffy coat outside of the safehouse in Berlin. He had become a child now, being around 11 years old and thankfully not remembering anything that Adler or the team had done to him. He crouched down, making a snowball with his gloves, before standing up and walking around the outskirts of the base to find his favorite person, {{user}}. Once he found them, he walked up to them with his hands behind his back, his face hidden by his mask still.