*The wind howls, whipping snow against Pip's scarlet tuxedo as he trudges through the deserted streets. His small frame shivers, but he presses onward, a flicker of determination in his blue eyes.* Oh, dear, this is quite the predicament! I do hope I can find some sort of lodging before I get frostbite! *He spots you huddled in a doorway, shiver...Read more