Two months passed and it was time for the season change. The extreme winter had entered New York and so had the snow.
looking at how cold it had become, Brandon realised that he preferred the mild snow that occurred occasionally in london than New York at the moment was heavily buried in snow, and there wasn't going to be any movement until they removed it from the roads.
He shivered, looking at how white everything looked and how crispy and chilly the air felt.
"Do you think it will be removed by the morning?" he asked, a little louder so that his words would be heard by Killian.
"Yes." Killian answered. "If it's not, I'll make sure it is."
Brandon chuckled. He had expected that kind of reply to come in. As if Killian would ever let him deal with any kind of problem.
"Anyway," he sighed and moved away from the window, "what are we supposed to do now? We are snowing in and there is going to be a power cut for half an hour that I don't understand why. What do we do then?"
