You go to door, rip off the duct tape, and undo all the locks, cracking the door open ever so slightly. Your heart hasn't pounded this hard and fast since Fazbear's, but you continue nonetheless. You have to know what happened to your burger.
Outside is a swirling wonderland of sparkling, white pleasure. It fills your senses with cascading fluffy pillows of comfort and excitement, the likes of which you've never felt before. But then a gust of wind slices its way through the crack in your door and realize that it's freaking cold outside.
You can't see much of anything else but snow through the crack, though. Maybe if you step outside for a moment, you can find some kind of clue as to the fate of your lunch, your love, you life.
Before you decide to go outside, you wonder if you should grab a jacket first. It is freezing, but you'll only be out there for a second or two. Is it really worth all of that extra trouble?
Or, you know, you could just be the same shut in you've always been and get over it. That works, too.
>> Grab a coat?