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Simon Tam (can_swear) wrote in silverage,

Simon kept hoping that one morning he'd wake up and the snow would be gone. Well, he continued to hope he'd wake up on Serenity, but he'd be happy enough for now with the snow being gone. He wondered how long it was going to last, but it seemed fairly stable and self-sustaining.

After an early breakfast in the cafeteria, he donned his boots and coat, snagging his medkit with the intention of continuing what had become something of a morning routine for him. He prowled the streets, looking for people he could assist. Whether it was an injury or just someone needing their walk shoveled, he was trying to find things to do to fill his time.

This morning though, he walked in on a scene. He stopped in the doorway as he heard someone shouting to call a number. It took him a moment to put it all together, but that would be an emergency number, he was fairly certain. Leaning back inside, he caught the attention of whoever was manning the desk to pass along the message before he headed back outside.

Jogging over carefully, his bright blue eyes assessed the situation. Seeing that someone who (apparently) knew what she was doing was tending to one half of the situation, he moved to the other. "What happened?" he called to the woman before he began to assess the injuries of the occupants of the second car.