So, this turned out being absolutely nothing like what I set out
to write for what will most likely be my one and only ACGaS.
Originally, it was set on Christmas eve, it was James who was
missing, and it was a one-shot. But then I decided I'd rather
write a story where everyone was worried over my favourite
character, Tristan - as that never seems to happen too much,
bless him - and it grew. Because of the large number of fics I'm
working on right now and the fact I am still in full-time
education, I will be updating this based on the number of
reviews I get, while still keeping in mind that this isn't the
most popular fandom in the world.  ANYWHO, on with the story.
The moon continued its haunting ascent over the hills. The
clouds cleared, leaving the air uninsulated and frosty. The icy
roads glistened in the moonlight.  In Skeldale House, Helen sat
chewing her lip on the sofa, staring distractedly through the
gap in the curtains. Siegfried, sat on the other end reading the
newspaper, glanced up. He folded