Toronto weather was... actually about like Seattle right now. It was chilly and damp, not exactly a picture-postcard winter.

The house the cab stopped in front of wasn't remarkable - two stories, only a few years old, in a pretty new development in the suburbs. It was obvious at first glance that Arthur's sister lived a life that stood in stark contrast to his own.

"Ready?" Arthur asked Ariadne with a faint smile as he handed her out of the car and paid the cab driver.