"So, did you see the meteors last night?" Rose asked, digging into the freezer. She grinned as she grabbed a carton of vanilla ice-cream.

"No. The damn city is too bright. I wouldn't have seen them, even if they were right outside my window!" The reply came, slightly fuzzy over the line. They've been having problems with the phone-lines in New Ninjago City recently. Ever since the Overlord had been defeated for the second time, nothing had been quite right. At least the call wasn't dropping this time.

"Didn't I tell you to come back for them? You even missed the festival!" She said, grabbing a spoon and plopping down at the table. She opened the carton and dug out a large spoonful of the treat.

"I told you I couldn't! I had to work on my painting for my final! It's wroth a lot of my grade!"

"Alright, alright. Just don't have a 'stroke' over it."

Rose pulled the phone as her friend screams into the speaker. She waited until she heard silence before putting it back to her ear.

"You done?"

"Yes."

"..." She dragged the spoon through her frozen treat, chopping it up so she could get at it better. There's a moment of silence, and just when Rose is starting to think the call really did drop again, her friend speaks.

"Do you still have that weird cold?"

"Yes! I don't get it, it's practically summer, and I'm over here freezing to death! We never should have gone to that memorial." She dropped her spoon and put her head in her hand. "I know Gramps liked Zane, but we really didn't need to go."

"You did visit me afterwards. And the flu was going around at the time, so maybe you just caught it here?" Rose can't see it, but she knows Hailey is shrugging by the tone of her voice.

"Eh, I don't know. I haven't really been sick, just very cold." Rose scooped more ice-cream into her mouth, shivering as she did. The heat had been turned up, but so far the only effect was that her snack was melting faster.

"Hey Rose?"

"Yeah?" She mumbled around the spoon as she took another mouthful.

"Are you eating ice-cream out of the carton again?"

"..." She swallowed, and stayed silent, hoping not to give it away. Yeah, eating a cold treat while perpetually cold yourself wasn't the greatest idea, but it was just so good. She couldn't help it.

"Rose?"

"I need to go, I have an early shift tomorrow." Avoiding the question always worked, right?

"I'm sure. But I should probably go too, got class after all. See ya around Rosie."

"Have a good one, Breeze."

And with that, the two girls disconnected, and Rose pushed away the ice-cream. Suddenly she wasn't hungry anymore. After a few moments of staring at the ice-cream melt, she cleaned up the kitchen and went off to bed, hoping she would feel better in the morning.

Unfortunately, Rose did not feel better the next day. And she had work, which was just fantastic in her book. And then when she got there, she found out she had to pull a double to cover for a coworker who had the chicken-pox. Rose wasn't sure how he got the chicken-pox, of course, but assumed it was through his younger sibling.

Most of the day passed by as normal. There were shelves to restock, cranky customers, stupid customers, and bratty kids. No, it was what happened at the end of the day that threw everything off for Rose.

See, being one of the only two gas-stations in the Jamanakai Village made them a prime target for petty thievery. While they mostly just had shoplifters(teenagers who thought they were being cool and edgy), at least once a month someone would come in and demand whatever was in the register. Some would want what was in the safe as well, but as that was on a timer they would more often then not take what they could get and leave before the cops showed up.

But sometimes, like tonight for instance, they would rather wait it out.

And that's where Rose found herself this time, standing next to the counter with Kyle as two men pointed guns at them. The sixteen year old boy shook like leaf as he stared at the gun pointed at him. The manager was in the office with one of the robbers waiting on the safe, as the thieves had lucked out and managed to come in not long before it was set to unlock.

At least the place was empty when they came in. It was always harder when there were customers about. Especially when someone wanted to try and play the hero.

"I wanna shoot the kid." Rose looked over to the 'extra' robber, who wasn't pointing his gun. He was unusually short, and couldn't seem to focus on anything. He also looked rather jittery, as his hand kept twitching towards his holster where the gun was.

"Why?" Asked the guy in front of her, glancing back at his comrade. The girl didn't need his full attention anyway, he reasoned. She was behaving, even looking a little bit bored.

"Because. I want to shoot something. I never get to!" Shorty exclaimed, drawing out his gun. Instantly the other two gunmen were facing him, hands up in an calming sort of way. Rose took the moment to push the panic button, in case things got worse.

"Um, how about, how about we don't shoot the kid?" Kyle mumbled, looking like he was about ready to pee himself. His hands shot up as Shorty pointed the gun right between his eyes.

"Uh, how about we do!" Oh this is bad. Rose thought, looking around for something, anything to distract the guy. The other two look about ready to tackle him, holding back only because he might still hit the kid.

"No, Greg! C'mon man, we talked about this!" One of the gunmen takes a step towards him, and that's all it takes.

Shorty, Greg, points his gun at Kyle. Rose is close enough, she can push it away. She jumped for it, reaching for it while hoping she'd be fast enough. What happened next is simultaneously a blur and crystal clear to Rose.

Burning cold runs down her arm and into her hand. Kyle drops to the floor as the gun fires, crying in fear. Greg starts screaming about ninja and ghosts. The other robbers start falling over each other, racing. The manager and last robber run out of the office, as they go.

The manager stopped and looked at the scene before her as the last robber leaps over the counter and sprints out the door, dropping the money as he does. Kyle is curled up behind the counter. The short, crazy looking robber is frozen to the floor and screaming his head off. And Rose is standing there, looking confused as the frost melts off her hand.

They all jump as sirens sound in the distance, signaling the arrival of the police.