First Snow- Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Evey walked quickly through the icy streets of London, nearly a year after V's death and England's revolution. She looked around, sad at first, feeling a little more than alone as she tightened her long coat around her torso, shrugging her warmth around her body.
It was Christmas time again, and she could not help but to mourn V, she had been thinking about him all morning, and decided that going outside would be a good idea to get her mind off of things. It had not worked, at least not as well as she had expected it too, she sighed, admitting a silent defeat on that subject.
The sound of children's laughter caught her attention, distracting her from her current thoughts. And then voices, and singing. Everyone was so happy.
Maybe it wasn't all bad, London was happy again.