The sun refused to come up the next morning. The clock on the wall said it was after eight when Katelina and Jorick finally went to bed. She woke just after five the following evening to light leaking through the drapes. She peeked out them to find that the city looked even colder and more dismal in the day. Snow had fallen and gray clouds hung low and heavy while a fine mist blurred the landscape and sucked all the color from the buildings. Past them, she could see the edge of the sea, but even it was gray.