The snow kept falling. Oscar wasn't sure how much longer he had to walk. The sun sunk sluggishly down the horizon, bathing him in a weak golden glow. Its feeble light could only comfort him for so long, yet he still relished its rays with everything he had. Oscar never knew that the way home from the squad could be so perilous. Perhaps he should've thought twice before walking home in the midst of a snowstorm. but what could he do? The tubes back to his house were broken, presumably collapsed under feet and feet of snow. It was a shame his house was so far away.

With cold, clammy fingers, Oscar shakily pulled out his badge phone. He carefully dialed the numbers on the squad, trying to reach anyone he could. He silently cursed himself as he realized that the battery had grown dangerously low, likely from a hard day's work of staying at the lab and contacting agents who would need their gadgets repaired. Oscar knew he should've called for emergency, but for whatever reason, he found himself using up the last of his phone's juice on contacting one of his dearest friends: Agent Olive.

His breath caught in his throat as he waited for the dark auburn haired agent to pick up.

A feeling of warmth, like sitting by a bonfire washed over him as he heard a gentle voice come through to the other side. "Go for Olive."

"H-hey Olive. It's me, your pal Oscar. I'm kind of….. in a pickle right now."

"Oscar, what's going on."

"I'm trying to walk home, b-but…. I got caught up in…Please help."

"Stay there, Oscar. I'm on my way."

"H-how do you know…"

"Phone. GPS Tracker. Just stay calm Oscar."

Oscar then heard shifting around, before, he heard the sound of her frantic running.

Oscar thrust the earpiece up to his ear. Just the sound of her rushing to save him from his stupid predicament comforted him.

"Stay with me Oscar." He took a deep breath as he ducked his head under his jacket coat. It was barely enough to shield him from the freezing cold winds blowing into his face. The sun's light died just a little bit more, as Oscar's legs froze in place, and he collapsed in the snow. He tried to move, but found he couldn't. The snow paralyzed him on all sides. Oscar huddled closer to himself.

Surrounded by a deathly cold, Oscar's thoughts soon backtracked to Olive. To be honest with himself, he didn't feel as afraid as he thought he would. He began to realize why he didn't call the police. He didn't want the police. He didn't want the paramedics. He didn't want anyone, anyone but Olive.

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Oscar couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was that the faint outline of Olive in the storm? Or was it a hallucination? More and more snow kept blurring his vision, coating his glasses to the point where he could barely see anything anymore. The sun had nearly all but gone down by now. If this was a final vision, a dying dream, then at least he could spend it holding the memory of the girl he loved more than anything.

Wait – loved? He knew she was his closest friend, who had helped him through everything. And he was her closest friend, who stayed with her all throughout her partner going rogue, but did he actually love-love her?

But he couldn't think straight anymore. He quickly had to avert his eyes, as the snow grew too thick to see through. All Oscar could do was shut his eyes, and hope, wish, that this wasn't a mirage caused by the snow.

…..

Olive looked up at the sky. Everything was coated in a cool cerulean.

It was beautiful. But then, Olive gasped in shock as she witnessed what appeared to be the shivering form of her best friend Oscar.

For a second, Olive's face lit up. Ahead of her laid a beautiful landscape, and an opportunity where Olive could be the hero and rescue the boy who had been there for her for as long as she could remember. She could come to Oscar's rescue, take him home, wrap him up in a cozy electric blanket, and-

She then witnessed a sight that made all the color drain from her face.

Oscar was huddled into a ball, his face white as snow. Moments away from being frozen.

Olive rushed to his side, rubbing her hands together to tightly embrace her friend. She ruffled his hair, desperately trying to revive him. Oscar's eyes drowsily opened and shut, and he weakly lifted an arm, as if he was seeing if she was actually real. She clasped his hand in hers, giving him a sad smile, as if to say Yes, I am real.