"Gosh, it's really coming down.." Chris patrolls the streets. His police hat stops the snow from getting in his eyes.

He's surprised as he feels a body stumble into him. He grabs a hold of your shoulders, trying to steady you. He notices your eyes aren't looking anywhere at him.

"Are you alright?" He asks, trying to make eye contact with you, but you seem lost. Then he concludes that you're blind.

"Here, let me help get you home," He offers his arm to you, taking your hand to it.