[Voice Post]

[other than the sound of the wind and the occasional rubble falling over, there is utter silence on his end]

((COMMENT LOG GO. He's sitting outside what was once the Marshall St. apartments, waiting for his arrest/asskicking. Have at him.))

Cold. It was not only the ill will towards our fellow man that made Christmas in London so despicable, but also the lack of warmth. No different here, I see.

Nothing merry about it.