Tom is out by the lake today, not because he enjoys tromping about in the snow, but because Ingress wanted to give the squids a Christmas present. It was wrapped very nicely in a box that smelled vaguely of the ocean. Tom doesn't really want to know what it is, as the possibilities are slightly terrifying. But he does want to be with Ingress should anything go amiss, what with Milliways being Milliways.

He can see her out on the ice of the lake now, a blot of bright blue and purple against the white. If she falls through, Mr. Julia will retrieve her, but that is a slim possibility. It's winter in Scotland. That ice is thick.

He casts another warming charm and adjusts his green and gray scarf to cover more of his face. Blast this wind. He'll have wind-chapped cheeks if he's not careful.