[Roger Slater]

It's hard to make snow angels when you don't have any arms or legs, and jumping for joy becomes seemingly impossible. Yet this didn't stop Arnold from making snow angels in his heart and releasing them in his imagination to jump out a loftier tribute to joy than legs made of mere sinew and muscle had ever contrived. For Arnold was in love, and love has always possessed more arms and legs, more toes and knees and thighs, than it knows what to do with. And though Arnold's vocal chords had been rendered useless in the accident, this minor inconvenience did not keep him from singing.