The weather was freezing, and snow was covering the pavements and streets in Cardiff. 'Shit', Owen said looking out of his window. Snow. Snow brought the possibility of ice, and ice in his dead condition meant the possibility of broken bones - permanently. The news alerted the viewers that the main roads were closed, and the smaller roads were even worse, so to avoid car travel altogether for the next couple of days. Great. How was he going to get into work in this fucking weather?

'Jack?' Owen was talking through his headset.

'Owen, I was just thinking about you.'

'Not in the shower, I hope.'

'No. Listen, me and Ianto will come and pick you up, okay? We can't risk you breaking your neck or something..'

So Owen just waited. He was always waiting.

'It's New Years Eve and we have this shit? How will we call a taxi tonight now?' Rhys was referring to the snow. Gwen really wasn't bothered by it. She was more focussed on taking the Christmas decorations down and getting ready for work.

'I don't know why you're bothering. It's not even been a week since Christmas and you're already insisting we take them all down again, we've only just put them up!'

'We'd end up leaving them up all year if it was down to you' Gwen retorted. 'Anyway, I've got to get into work. Good luck you trying', she taunted as she put her jacket on.

'I'll see you tonight then, at the party', Rhys replied.

'Yeah, maybe.'

'Maybe?'

'Well we've had a lot of time off work recently and we need to get back into the swing of things and get some serious work done. I'm not sure if I'll be back by nine. I'm sorry.'

Rhys groaned. 'Okay, see you later.'

It was a slippery walk to work. Gwen didn't risk using any vehicles, and she didn't have far to walk anyway. I hope Owen gets in okay, she thought to herself, remembering his condition.

When she arrived into work everyone was there. 'You got in okay?' Tosh asked.

'Yeah, why? It's only a bit of snow' Gwen replied, picking up a biscuit.

'Nice to look at it positively. I've always loved the snow. It's so fresh', Jack said. Ianto brought him a cup of tea. 'Thankyou. So, there's been a few reports of people being frozen to death.'

'Well it is cold', Ianto said, sipping his tea.

'I mean frozen. Like superman frozen', Jack replied.

'Maybe it was superman', Owen teased.

'Seriously, there's been no history of snow doing this to people. It's not done by nature. It's alien. Something is doing this to them.'

The sounds of Tosh's computer filled the room. Jack then held up a couple of pictures of the victims. It looked as if they had been frozen in a freezer, and taken out and left inside a big block of ice. 'The ice won't melt, either', Jack continued.

'Okay, I've found previous records of this. There's been one witness, but he's dead now. Same situation. No pattern, random people. I think it just found its victims depending on how easy it was to get to them. It just likes to kill', Tosh explained. 'The only statement we have of the witness is a large, furry white creature, whatever it touches that bears life gets frozen.'

'Sounds like we're looking for a yeti', Ianto said.

'That could be the case', Jack replied.

'Well, where do we find this.. "yeti", then?' Gwen asked, concerned.

'It could be anywhere. Anywhere that's covered in snow. So in this case it could be anywhere in Cardiff by now, if not further', Tosh told everyone.

'Right, we better get looking. I want this thing dead.' Everyone got ready to go. 'Owen, be careful, okay?' Owen rolled his eyes.

After hours of looking, Jack decided it would be easier if the team split up into groups. 'Ianto, Tosh, you're with me. Owen and Gwen, you go that way.'

'If we don't find this bloody thing soon..' Owen began as him and Gwen trailed around central Cardiff.

Things were weird with Owen at the moment, Gwen felt. He was quieter and with all the staring and after the Christmas present thing she was unsure and a little bit self-conscious. However she decided not to bring it up at the moment, they had a yeti to find.

'Oh! Owen look!' Gwen whispered. Owen looked to the direction of Gwen's eyes.

'What the hell is that?' Owen asked. They were looking in the distance at this huge, loud, white fluffy creature, smashing through a park.

'What do we do?' Gwen asked.

'Well, Jack wants the thing dead...' Owen got his gun out and pointed it at the creature, then took the safety off. Gwen copied him quickly. '1,2,3', he whispered, and they both shot at it. The creature barely noticed. It was too busy smashing up a shop window.

'It's not dying!' Gwen shouted.

'Give it a chance', Owen said, shooting another 5 bullets at it. The creature had then noticed them both and began walking towards them, grunting loudly.

'Shit, Owen!' Gwen shouted, as they started retreating slowly, guns still pointing at the creature. It was huge, about 8 feet tall, and had a hideous face, with deep set eyes which were black. They both took another few shots.

'Get it in the head!' Owen shouted. 'Shit. I'm out', Owen said, smacking his gun, frustrated.

Gwen took a few seconds to prepare, then aimed for the head, and shot. She got it straight between the eyes.

'Nice', Owen said. 'Jack, we've got it. And killed it', he said through his headset.

Already the team were back at the Hub, sat round the boardroom table with champagne and nibbles that Ianto had picked up on the way back.

Tosh insisted she popped the cork as it was "her turn". Owen was sat glumly on a chair, staring into space.

It was getting on for 8 and Tosh kept counting down the hours to midnight in Gwen's ear. By 9 they decided to go down the pub and celebrate the New Year there.

'Where's Rhys?' Jack asked Gwen as he downed another glass of champagne at the bar.

'He's gone into town tonight with his mates. I quite fancy staying here, though. I don't think I've seen you drink champagne before, Ianto', Gwen giggled, downing her drink, too.

'Oh, I'm quite the drinker', Ianto said.

'Fuck it', Owen muttered under his breath. 'Pint of bitter', he said to the hairy looking man behind the bar.

'Owen, what are you doing?' Jack asked him, exasperated.

'Not caring anymore', Owen said. The barman handed him his beer, and he chugged it all in one.

'What are you doing? You can't drink.. you're dead', Gwen whispered sharply. Owen laughed.

'You're no fun', he replied. Owen ordered another beer and downed it just like the first.

'Owen, let me take you home', Gwen said. Owen scoffed, and turned to the barman (who didn't understand what all the fuss was about) to order another drink.

'Okay, come on Owen, let's go', Jack said, grabbing his arm and forcefully dragging him out of the pub when he tried to resist.

Owen and Jack had to stop in the street while Owen brought up the beer. Owen shouted in disgust. 'For fucks sake!' Jack waited patiently until Owen was done.

'Why did you do this?' Jack finally asked when Owen had finished.

'Why not? This is barely even a life, Jack. I can't eat, I can't drink, I can't shag, I can't do anything!' Owen looked like he was about to cry, and then lay on the floor.

'Come on, let's get you home.'