This snow is weird, and Akira doesn't want to be out in it long. The singing robot droids are irritating and he's been avoiding this whole mess of festivities. However, he needed something from his van, parked last downtown by the tattoo parlour. He doesn't look up from his feet until he's close to where he left it and it's then that he stops dead in his tracks. Beyond the van, out in the middle of the street is a familiar man. One Akira never expected to see again. His fingers shake and he drops his keys, but doesn't make any move to pick them up, staring at Gunji in some kind of stupor until the snowball hits him in the face. He hadn't even registered it in time to duck. The snow slides down and plops at his feet.