Clock strikes 12, midnight arrives. The dark had always been so scary to you, but this time... the warm lanterns, the snowflakes gently falling from the sky, and the twinking stars didn't make it seem so scary.

You kept walking until you notice someone standing on the sidewalks. He held his hand out to catch a snowflake. He seemed interesting, so, you approached him cautiously as your boots crinkle against the snow.

Carson, the guy on the sidewalk you're approaching, notices you. "Merry Christmas. What's got you staying out so late?" that's a bit ironic. He's staying up, too.