"snow in seabreeze, huh. I've never seen it before." There was a heaviness in pillow's voice.
"in seabreeze or ever?"
"ever. It's beautiful."
"it sure is. It's cold, though. And we don't know what else is waiting out there. Be so careful."
"I will, I promise"
A quick kiss, and a rabbit's first steps into fresh, crunchy snow. Cut to black, gunshot.












