[ There are a lot of noises Cisco's prepared to hear, in the middle of a snowstorm this heavy: tree branches cracking, the sound of ice shifting on the river, footsteps passing by the cabin, even a key in the lock if Eddie decided to leave work early and come join him. But what he hears is none of those things: instead it is a soft, yet firm, knock.
Cisco's all bundled up in cozy pajamas, in his sock feet, and he hesitates for a moment. Should he open it? He isn't sure, but the thought that it might be somebody in trouble propels him up and leads him to open the door a crack. And he's glad he did, the moment he sees a little girl standing there, all by her lonesome. The snow is coming down a lot harder than it was the last time he checked, and the wind is blowing hard and icy-cold. ]
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Cisco's all bundled up in cozy pajamas, in his sock feet, and he hesitates for a moment. Should he open it? He isn't sure, but the thought that it might be somebody in trouble propels him up and leads him to open the door a crack. And he's glad he did, the moment he sees a little girl standing there, all by her lonesome. The snow is coming down a lot harder than it was the last time he checked, and the wind is blowing hard and icy-cold. ]
Hey, kid, are you okay? You get lost?