Tiamaris had been walking across the cold frozen expanse that had once been a front lawn. He heard people joking - at lest, he thought they were joking - about how they might never see grass again. He... didn't care one way or another.

As the other fellow created a jacket to ward off the cold. Tiamaris crossed his path. Broad across the shoulders, expressionless face, dull bronze eyes... wearing a tee shirt and jeans. No shoes. No socks. No hat. No gloves. No coat. Bare feet impressed upon the snow and ice as heavily as boots would, but he seemed to not even notice the cold.