"Winter is coming." I solemenly say as I look out into the ominous horizon.
"So it is," says Rufus the bear cub with alcoholic tendancies. "So it is."
"Yet are we prepared, Rufus? For all that is coming?"
"We will prepare for the worst and hope for the best, Princess Marni, we will steel our nerves and gather our loved ones close, we shall soar in the winds of adversity and overcome all—"
"No, silly bear, I mean do we have cider and rum?"
"Ohh," said Rufus, a smiling creeping across his face, "Duh, of course."
For the first time in months, emerged from the subway without being covered in sweat.. Woah Fall.