It was close to Christmas, and the North Pole was buzzing with life. Jack sat on the balcony, his legs dangling over the edge and his staff sat safely beside him, one pale hand resting on top of it. He watched the workers with interest, bright blue eyes following everything they did.

Deciding things were going too smoothly, he picked up his staff and grinned, pointing it at one of the workers who was painting a toy train. Frost zapped across the large empty hall, freezing his large, furry hand to the little toy train. He grunted, and looked up to the balcony, but Jack was already gone, laughing as he went to sit by the fire.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't mess with my workers." North said as he shrugged out of his large, red coat, and hung it up by the fire.

Jack grinned. "Just having a little fun." He joked.

North rolled his eyes, and went to stand in front of the fire with his large hands held out in front of him. He had been out with the reindeer all day, and it was freezing outside - literally.

Jack's eyes wandered as he looked around the workshop, falling on the globe that glowed with a million tiny dots, the high domed ceiling with its golden decorations, and then at the moon peeking through the gap in the ceiling made especially for it.

And then Jack stood. He gripped his staff tightly, and his eyes widened.

"North." He said. "Look."

North turned around, clasping his hands together, and took a few steps to where Jack was stood, his head tilted up and his blue eyes wide as he watched.

"Oh my."

The sky was a dark navy blue, and the moon shone brightly in the darkness, but that wasn't the problem - from the moon were a dozen silvery trails, like something Sand Man would of left, but silver rather than gold. They started out from all parts of the moon, but they twisted and turned and curled, and though Jack couldn't see where they landed, he had a feeling that they all met in the same place.

"I'm going to go check it out." He murmured, looking to North for a second before stirring up the wind with his staff, and flying swiftly out of the work shop.

20 MINUTES EARLIER

Selena ran with the small bundle clutched to her chest. Her idea of a Christmas party hadn't been running across a forest with a new born baby, but she wasn't complaining. Her breath bounced off the trees, and her eyes sought out the light, any light, in the darkness.

The baby's soft murmurs prompted her to slow down, whispering, "It's okay, you're going to be okay, I'll get you home." The baby gurgled, and Selena continued to run.

And then, suddenly, there was a light, breaking through the darkness and hurting her eyes. She ran towards it anyway - she didn't know who it was, but it looked warm, and she had to help the baby.

She hammered on the door, her eyebrows knitting together in frustration when no one answered within the first two seconds. The door opened to a middle-aged woman wearing a thick pink jumper, who frowned at the girl on her doorstep.

"Can you take this baby?" Selena panted. "Please? You don't have to keep him, take him into the city, put him up for adoption, or into a foster home, or whatever, but please, take him."

The woman stared at her for a moment, and then nodded slowly, taking the tiny baby from Selena. It coughed, and the woman looked down at him.

"He has two older sisters." Selena said, still panting. "I'm going to go back and get them now. Can I bring them here?"

The woman nodded again. "Of course. I'll take care of them." She said.

"Thank you." Selena nodded, and turned to run back off into the forest, her white dress flaring out behind her.