"There's something wrong with you," she heard Eliot call behind her as she ran full-pelt into the drifts, booted feet kicking up an icy spray.

Parker threw herself backwards into the glorious white, waving her arms and legs like a fool, then getting up to look and smiling at the sight of a perfect angel.

Sure, maybe Eliot was right, maybe there really was something wrong with her, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with snow!