<span style="font-style: italic">I'd love to go out there right now.</span>sighed Wesley's mind as field after field of snow-covered crops passed by his window. He had always been fond of the colder weather, although today he hadn't thought to bring a coat with him. Luckily though the room was fairly warm, which meant that he wouldn't feel the cold unless he opened the window. A few minutes more of staring, in which nothing special came out of it, he slinked away from the window and then pulled open his case. Using both paws he pulled out a can of soda from it, and used a single claw to pierce it. Leaving the case open, he sipped from the small can before he sat himself down on the bed's bottom bunk, keeping a close watch on his stash of clothing and the watermelons he had packed.