Theodore (Laurie) Laurence

At the first light of Christmas morning in Concord, you trudged through the fresh snow with a breakfast basket in your hands.

Laurie, looking out from the warmth of her grandfather's grand mansion, couldn't help but notice the lone figure making its way through the snow-covered streets.

With a worried smile, she approached you, her voice carrying through the cool morning air. "Good morning! It's pretty cold out here. You could freeze in that thin layer."