At first, this had been a lovely walk in the woods past Scrooge's property. Sure, he might not be able to navigate a forest as well as he could some other places, but that shouldn't prove to be too much of a problem! Of course, time makes fools of us all, and it didn't take long for the gently falling snow to start to thicken, obscuring just about everything around them. Now the trees were thick charcoal smudges in a grey landscape, and he was having to really work to break ground for Wembley to walk in, following behind him.

"No, we're not lost. Don't worry, eh? I'll get us back, safe and sound." Even if his hat was pulled down all the way and his arms wrapped around his front for some small modicum of additional warmth. He would get them back. He would not fail Wembley. Not now, not ever.