The winter that had seemed so relentless faded. The winds whipping through the tunnels created by tall buildings lessened. Buds grew on the bare branches of the trees that still remained upright, but had been stripped clean by the storm. During the day, the sun beat down on the asphalt of the streets, and the heat radiated out of it after the sun went down. Soon unbearable summer would be there, and the winter clothes they had layered on all winter to keep themselves from freezing would be discarded. What would they do in the heat? How many more would die?