Walter O Brien did not believe in God. Like most geniuses (not all; Einstein had ascribed to a religious philosophy) but like most he was an atheist, a practical one, and discussions of unicorns, mermaids, miracles and the like did not sit well with him.
Narwhals were the unicorns of the sea, and mermaids were dugongs when seen through the filter of dehydration, cabin fever, and loneliness- quite literally the original 'beer goggles.' Miracles were when science couldn't explain an outcome, although the math usually yielded an answer. And even though Paige sang like an angel, it didn't exactly make her celestial.
But as he stood there watching handmade snow drift over the shop, lights twinkling and Paige laughing with delight, he thought she looked rather like a snow angel. And that's close enough for him.
A/N: I know it's short but it's my first in the fandom; be gentle? there have been quite a few fic-able moments but this was the one that sent me to the laptop.
hope you like it. whether you do or not, you know the drill.