The sky was dumping its third foot of snow on Rocket Town when Cid heard the strange, shuffling knock.
"I'll get it." Shera was out of her chair before Cid could decide if he was hearing things. Few people would be stupid enough to venture outside in a blizzard: Cloud, probably, or -
"Vincent?" Shera's voice wobbled. "Is that you?"
Cid leaned back; towering over his wife was a massive figure in a mask, chainsaw dangling by his thigh. "Hellmasker," he sighed. "Let him in already! Tall dark visitors are good luck on New Year's."