[ An icy miracle, but a miracle nonetheless! The rain is getting colder, Wolfwood thinks, and it's not just because it's night and he's wet. He doesn't know the word for sleet, but that's what this is rapidly turning into -- somewhere in the sky a mile or so out, there's a great cold front moving toward them, turning the rain into a slushy half-frozen mess.

But fuck it -- if the rain is cold then it's cold. He's not budging. ]

What if this world's just different? [ He has to shout a little bit, to be heard over the wind and rain. ] What if whatever brought us here brought stuff from other places, too? What if...

[ It's a big, frightening thought, but oh it's a thought full of promise. ]

What if this is just how it's gonna be from now on?