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[ The feed opens to something you're all more than familiar with by now - snow. You'll notice, though, that the blanket of snow has been ruined my a long, wide path, as if something had been dragged. The trail of the snowmen, some of you might recognize.
He takes a moment to reach in to the view of the feed, trace where it ends so abruptly. ] They have disappeared. [ He motions towards the spot once before the feed turns fully to him - still nestled in the safety of a baggy sweater, hood drawn to shadow everything above his lips. They're set in a careful line, thoughtful and perhaps just the slightest bit irritated.
Suddenly, the feed turns away as he moves, starts forward through the snow with a faint - ] Sarò in attesa, se ritornano.
[ And then the feed cuts. ]
He takes a moment to reach in to the view of the feed, trace where it ends so abruptly. ] They have disappeared. [ He motions towards the spot once before the feed turns fully to him - still nestled in the safety of a baggy sweater, hood drawn to shadow everything above his lips. They're set in a careful line, thoughtful and perhaps just the slightest bit irritated.
Suddenly, the feed turns away as he moves, starts forward through the snow with a faint - ] Sarò in attesa, se ritornano.
[ And then the feed cuts. ]