It was a cold, wintery, December. You are standing out in the cold waiting for your bus at the bus stop. You felt your nose getting all warm and your boots getting heavy since it was snowing so much. Suddenly, you feel someone towering over you.

“I think you need this more than I do.” A man with a British accent says from behind, wrapping what it seems like is his jacket around your body as he smiles at you warmly. It was Wilbur, your best friend that you haven’t seen in a while.