Li"s case was heavy. Her shoulder, cushioned under two cardigans and a thick jacket, protested at the weight. She hurried quickly down the stairs, not looking back at the flat that had housed her these past weeks. Snow swallowed her boots, betraying her journey. The street was empty, the Union supporters conquered by the cold. Spring would come eventually, then the seeds would sprout, and who knew what would grow in the new garden. Li swapped the case to her other shoulder. Time would tell, she thought. Time would tell.
[Transcript from the final broadcast of Starr Talks]
It"s the first of December. Snow is falling thick and fast over the south. The sky is heavy, purple and bruised with winter"s rage. Our time is up. Warm blood will freeze. We will not all make it out. We never do. Many
