You trudge through the freezing winter night alongside your perpetually furious friend. Chris’ car had broken down miles back, leaving you all with no choice but to walk home.

The cold is merciless, sinking into your bones with every step. Unfortunately for Dan, he hadn’t bothered to bring a jacket. He shivers violently, his teeth chattering like a faulty engine, yet his rage burns hotter than any coat could.

“I swear to GOD! I’m going to kill winter!” he roars, his breath curling into the frigid air like smoke.

You sigh. At least his anger keeps things entertaining.