In one night, his Past, Present and Future come back to haunt him.

 

 

 

"In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago."

-------------------------Christina Rossetti

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