It was one of the few truly good memories he had of John, although he'd gone by a different name then.
Jack had never seen snow growing up.
It was exciting, the cold flakes settling upon his upturned face.
A snowball hit him squarely on the chest and he'd squawked indignantly, before laughing and grabbing his own handful of snow, throwing it with unerring accuracy right at John's face.
"You'll pay for that!"
They were left shivering and soaked to the skin in the end, but it had been fun.
Then the damn time-loop happened and everything went to hell.