Dan was used to the cold. This particular part of town seemed very cobbled together, like, just a bunch of buildings waiting for people to move into them - it was interesting in its own way, even if it was different from what he was used to in his small town. Wintry trees looked like ballet dancers - they were so still even in gusts of wind, and it looked like the whole world was kissed by ice.
In the landscape of his mind though, the hedge maze was dark, a constant repeat of crunching in the fresh snow that erased footprints and set the world anew once more - secrets were buried there, and even further back, shoved into their lockboxes.
Is there something on my face-- Dan snapped out of it, because he could have sworn one of those boxes rattled with interest. "No," he said, but it probably didn't sound convincing. He was just...surprised, that was all. "What about the doors?"