Snow gently pattered against the fog glazed windows, the crackling fire in the corner emitting a gentle glow onto the sofa in the snow resort the team was staying at — Perfect place to relax after such a year…

Price lazily swung his feet onto the foot rest, wearing tacky yet comfortable Christmas socks, with a steaming mug in hand. It was quiet, the boys out and about in the snow or in the nearby town.

God knows where, but that’s not Price’s concern at the moment.