The city was alight with Christmas cheer. Decorations, lights, trees, carolers, the whole shebang. People were clogging up the streets, in an effort to escape the chill and return home to their families before the sun finished setting ( Read more... )

[ One of the doors in the warehouse of headspace is mysteriously open, and inside is a young boy, probably about fifteen years old. He's currently asleep, curled up under a park bench that was nice enough to provide some shade from the Summer sun. ]