[The big, bright, shark-toothed smile as Christopher's feet hit the snowy ground is entirely genuine. The black and red of his clothes makes him stand out like a bloody bruise in the landscape, but Christopher has never been one to worry about being conspicuous. He strolls forward into this cold new world with the barely repressed delight of a child on Christmas morning, or perhaps the relieved joy of a hostage set free after several months of captivity.

Actually, forget repressing this.]

This land is spectacular! No, I've changed my mind. It's fantastic. It's even without peer! Hold on, there is the North Pole. Never mind. Mother Nature and Lady Luck have glanced at each other and conspired to bestow this kindness on me!

[He cheerfully scoops up some snow to pack into a ball.]

What, you ask, is kindness in such a harsh landscape? Why, the gentle blanket of forgetful snow itself! What is snow but the sweet mask of kindness to hide the unforgivable nature of a terrain that never seems to defrost? This is the soft, final sympathy of our Mother Nature as she falls to her annual death. Your mother, rather, not mine. Actually, she just changes her clothes rather than dies. Then this is a death of last season's fashions. Fickle, isn't she? But we must leave her free to explore all her whims as we are to be free in exploring ours!

[And with a happy laugh, he just drops down to lie in the snow. Giggling. His unnatural eyes close with his laughter.

He's happy to be on Earth, guys.]