The Christmas Spirit: Ch. 3After a few hours of waiting for the doctor then going through a thorough check-up to make sure he was physically and mentally all right, Miles was finally discharged from the hospital. It was now 7 p.m. and he walked solemnly on the sidewalk, weaving through people running here and there with large bags and wondering why the shops were so crowded this late in the day.
'Oh wait,' he mused, 'it's Christmas Eve today, isn't it? Damn.'
Scowling to himself, he needed to get away from all the people, so he crossed the street (making sure there were absolutely no cars to hit him) and began walking through another city square. Miles looked around to see mostly couples and families gathered there, chatting away happily to one another. That turned his mood even fouler.
"I really hate this holiday," he muttered.
"Aw, don't say that!"
Miles practically jumped at the voice that seemed to be right next to his ear. He spun around and gasped