its--too--cold--outside
Maybe it was the fact that he had read Emma that bedtime story last night. Or it could also be that he was just plain tired. Jack did get off of work late that night, the streets mostly deserted. Strange enough however the night didn't bother him. He quite liked it, considering the fact it was cooler too. He was on his way home, when he heard someone speak. Whether they had been speaking to him or not he wasn't sure. But he stopped nonetheless and looked around, his eyes landing on a figure a couple of feet away from him. He took in his silver hair, and his staff and Jack instantly knew who he was. The winter spirit, from the story his little sister always begged him to read. Maybe he really was just seeing things. If that was the case he was definitely going to consider taking some time off.
