Narration(Kore): It’s been…a long time since I’ve seen that face in the mirror.

Narration(Kore): One I almost used to know.

Narration(Kore): What am I doing here?

Narration(Kore): It’s Christmas Eve.

Narration(Kore): I should be stepping forwards into the hush of a mind so overwhelming it drowns out all the noise, and leaves us breathing together against the quiet. But he’s gone.

Narration(Kore): Like the moment never existed.

Marozi: Don’t worry. They talk tough, but the Resistance is all about accepting misfits.

Marozi: And smile! There’s popcorn to string! Paper chains to make! You promised to help! Let’s get some mistletoe above the doorways!

Narration(Kore): Thanks, Rafe. I’m just coming to terms with…everything. I mean, it’s a lot of tinsel.

Marozi: Not enough. Never enough yet. And I’ve had a lot of practice.

Marozi: Oh no! No no no! The tree goes here!

Marozi: Know how to make cider? These fine merrymakers are thirsty!

Kore: Where’s the orchard?

Marozi: Jars from last year’s canning upstairs.

Kore: Perfect.

Marozi: A little higher, fellas! Let’s break Xander’s laws in style!

Narration(Kore): Screw that grinch Ves Xander. This is going to be the best party ever.