The movement - if they even moved - feels like a soft blast of cold air against his face. He closes his eyes against it, and doesn't open them again once it's gone.

He has a really bad feeling about this. There definitely isn't much Christmas cheer around here. No family, no friends, no...people at all.

But they're not going anywhere, are they? Not until he faces it. He takes a deep breath, and reminds himself that this isn't real. He's in Milliways, probably still asleep. This doesn't feel like a dream, but it doesn't make it reality.

He opens his eyes.

He's looking into a tiny living room. It might have been average-sized once, but the far wall has a bed pushed up against it which takes up most of the room.

He stares for a moment, then turns his back.

'I don't want to see this.'

He knows it's pointless. But the weight in his chest is heavy enough to force the automatic reaction.