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"Snow," Baz drawls, a lazy smile plastered on his face, his voice raspy from the alcohol. He turned his head slowly to the window, before looking back at Simon with a toothy grin. "You're outside."
Simon's face was blank, his voice flat. "What."
"You're outside." Baz said, a little louder this time, now having his finger pointed at the window behind him.
A miniature surge of panic went through Simon momentarily, thinking of the possibilities that the Humdrum has returned.
But once he turned his attention to the subject of Baz's little drunk dilemma, he simply saw that the window was slightly fogged up. Small specks of white falling lightly from the sky, effectively starting to cover the London streets in a thin white blanket.
It had started snowing.
There was snow outside.
And Baz was laughing.