The snow is beautiful, if impractical to life here. Waking up to find it having breached my roof only means that I will need to find a new residence quickly. At least I have my cloak.

I suppose it is time to find a new home. The police station served it's purpose well, and I was able to salvage a great deal. It was wasteful excess to see it destroyed. Such is life, though. It does not matter in the end.