[ This is Harry's first holiday season in the City - as such, he has no idea of what's going on today. In fact, he's out and about, bundled up all nice and warm. A long, fluffy scarf is wrapped about his neck and draped over his wool coat, a matching knit hat perched on his hat with his hair fighting its way out under the edges.
There's a bittersweet enjoyment he finds in the snow, and in the general festive air to the City as of late. While Christmas is a far cry from the ubiquitous mega-holiday it once was in his time, the changing of the seasons and the City itself are reminiscent of home - not Voyager home, but home home. It's somehow nice and cruel all at once.
He's not out without a purpose today, either. He's gone to the Hall of the Missing, curious about all the faces that have come and gone before he even arrived here, how many people have passed through the anomaly that he never crossed paths with. They're numerous - and there are even a few portraits that he recognizes, which is of particular interest.
It's when he's walking out that his device turns on, the hall visible behind him. He probably had something to say, but as he's passing through the threshold (bedecked with mistletoe, naturally), a shadow is cast over him. He looks up from the device, eyes widening slightly as he looks to find the source, before a couple of large hands reach out and grasp him by the front of his coat.
The device falls from his hand and hits the ground, where you can catch a glimpse of him being lifted off his feet before it turns off with the impact. ]
[ooc: Respond via network, or open to action from anyone, anywhere - before, during, or after the Hall. He'll still be out for a while.]