"Hello ?" Edward called out, shutting the door from the cold. The Mansion was dark, only slightly warmer than the harsh, snowy, outdoors.
"Oswald ?"
He took a few steps forward, about to call out his friends name again, quieting when he stepped on a small piece of paper.
'Follow me for a Present,'
He strained to read, the faint glow of the fireplace helping. Ed stepped back a little, seeing what he was going to follow. If he was, at all.
"Hm ?" There was a trail of crushed candy canes, as well as full, mini ones.
As he followed, he started to hear a faint toon. '...Of a white.. Christmas...'
When Ed got to the end of the trail, he was surprised to see it was his own room. "O-Oswald..?," he tried again. "Are you in there...?"