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Neotopia celebrated the New Year on January 1st, a tradition that was another piece of heritage from. . . wherever they had come from. It was a cold winter night, Neos Prime's dual moons full and bright, turning the landscape silver where the light hit.
Zero shivered under his blanket. He'd accepted the SDG's offer to stay with them for the winter, but he was outside on the deck, lost in thought. January. It was his and Deed's birthday in February, and then in April it would be one year since Lacroa was invaded - one year since he had last seen home.