It was freezing. That was the first thing Tyrann had acknowledged upon arriving at the destination the Headmaster had so cordiallyâand he used this word very looselyâswept them to. It was to be expected, of course, it was the North Pole, but the whole fiasco had left the teacher in a significantly more irritate mood.
  So Santa had gone missing. Why was he supposed to care? Even as a child he hadnât bothered considering whether or not the red blob of a man had existed. Regardless of that, however, he knew that no matter what he believed that he was stuck here until the old bastard was found.
  âAinât so jolly wherever you are now, are you?â He deadpanned, speaking to himself more than anything as he let out a huge sigh. Whatever.
  He began to trek around the area, ignoring the crunching sound his boots made on the snow beneath his feet. He might as well find one of the other poor fools on the âniceâ team and try and cover some ground. He didnât like working with others, but hellâwhatever got them out of the North Pole and back home.