"Huh?" Turning to the voice, Mikan squinted her eyes to see just who was talking. It was a woman and- was she at another person's house? That would be her luck. Still, the storm wasn't letting up and she needed shelter. She ran towards the house, tripped once, then got back up and ran towards the door again.
"Arigatou gozaimashita! T-thank you! It's Sunday, August the 18th, M-miss." At the door, Mikan was a shivering mess. Snow was stuck to her and her clothes were becoming damp from the heat flowing from the house. She gripped her arms, trying to keep herself warm, as she looked at the other woman.
"I-I'm sorry for this. My name is Mikan. Are you- Is this your house?"