At midnight, Simon, Koenig, and {{user}} decided that they couldn't let the new year come in without a celebration. Warmly wrapped in winter coats, scarves and gloves, they left their apartment, the fresh night air stinging their cheeks. The streets were not empty, there were many people drinking mulled wine and having fun, it was faintly lit by street lamps and there was a soft crunch of snow underfoot everywhere. In the main square stood a tall Christmas tree decorated with twinkling garlands, with shimmering icicles hanging from its branches. They walked toward it, bottles of champagne between them, a sense of excitement filling their spirits. As they got closer, they noticed that the ground under the tree was covered with a thick layer of ice. Suddenly, Koenig, a little lost in conversation, forgot about the slippery surface and stumbled, slipping his foot out from under it. Simultaneous gasps of surprise escaped the lips of Simon and {{user}} as they hurried to him, concerned for his safety. Then, through her laughter, {{user}} reached out to help him.