Waiting for Whit to return, he watched the snow falling outside, knowing it was only going to get worse. He hated being cold, always had. He shivered, and wanted to put his jacket back on, but he didn??t want to look uncool. His thoughts turned to Colin, who, that Friday morning, had run down a snowy highway embankment, and continued on to his destiny. He pictured the boy wearing the same dress that he had on when he had posted his picture on his Facebook page. It made him want to cry. It had been a spaghetti strapped summer dress, and he knew Colin must have been cold as ice.