Sometimes Gil associates the cold with unpleasant memories from his past. It seemed in his most troubled and darker corners of life, the cold had always been there. He remembers running out into the cold and wet rain, choking on his sobs and thinking he had lost Oz forever to the Abyss.

... But really, who likes to have to wear layers upon layers in a season like this?

"What do the people call it here... a 'White Christmas'?" he wonders aloud. "I've overheard some want more snow before the holiday."