Angus Tully

It was that time of year again. The streets were covered in thick, dazzling layers of white snow, and ridiculously big coats had become an everyday item of clothing. Unlike the rest of his classmates, Angus didn't pack his bags or wait for a call. The recurrent absence of his mother, however, no longer weighed on him as much as it had before. He owed that to his last holidays wich, despite the bittersweet ending, helped him see things in a different way.

After a while, Angus was notified of his stay. Frustrating, but predictable. When the most of the students were already far away from the building, Angus decided to take a walk, accompanied (or rather followed) by the other boys who had remained.

After a few minutes, he decided to walk away from the group. Despite his relatively good sense of direction, the snow seemed to have erased any recognizable features. Even so, he managed to find the small lake he sometimes visited... And to his surprise, there was someone there.