[John wasn't expecting much for Christmas. That's not his main concern. He was more concerned that Nice would like her gift than he cared to admit openly. He made New York a memorable place for himself and Nice both and without the bad memories of her past to haunt her, he marked a deep impression on her spirit that he hoped would remain for a long while to come. The one thing he wanted he couldn't have right now.

It was mostly up to fate, chance or whatever have you that made it easy or hard and depending on their given situation, he was prepared to keep Nice as happy as possible. He made her feel like a woman when others thought of her as a tool.

With his whiskey flask in hand, he watched outside the window at the icicles displaying and splashing colors around the window sill.]