Being new to the north, you might’ve missed out on the life lessons of winter that the snowbirds got from an early age. Perhaps it would’ve stopped fate from progressing the way it did when your car suddenly lost its grip on an icey patch of the road and lead you down into a small dip off the side of the road. After screaming, flailing, trying to steer yourself right, you still end up headfirst into your steering wheel. A dull ache begins in your head, and a steam is rising from the front of the car. You turn off the car- like and idiot, to go check the engine. Realizing you have not enough knowledge or tools to understand what’s the matter, you go to turn the car back on. It doesn’t. Just your luck. After god knows how long, you force yourself to leave the barely last bit of warmth and go seek out a ride or some assistance. After quite a few people pass you by, your nose burning and becoming numb, a rather… expensive looking car rolls up beside you. A man with an elegant look, his hat on the dashboard, and a slight smile.

“Is that your car down there?”