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.
Her stomach rumbled, so she dressed and fished the credit card from Jorick's pocket. She stopped at a tourist display where a set of nesting matryoshka dolls caught her eye. They were exactly the sort of kitschy thing her mother would love. She paid for them and three postcards, then
