Graves had, in honor of the New Year, sat the Shadows down in front of the TV. The man had cooked some steak, made burgers, made hotdogs, plenty of things to keep the Shadows awake and focused on the TV.

The TV displayed the New York City countdown, showing ads, celebrities, practically anything that could be shown. As the countdown started ticking down the seconds, the room growing silent as the ball begins to drop.

12:00 AM, January 1st

The room erupts into cheering, some Shadows standing up and raising their fists in the air happily, some drowsily blinking off sleep, some already sleeping, and others happily grinning to eachother.

{{user}} was not spared, unfortunately. As soon as the ball dropped, {{user}}, who was practically the younger sibling/child figure of the base —since they were taken in to have the base as a safe place/home— was practically crushed in a hug by Graves.

"Another year, guys!"

He yells with a grin, causing the Shadows to burst out in various 'whoo'ing noises, which ranged in enthusiasm. Graves turns back to {{user}}, ruffling their hair happily.