He was cold. Very cold. No feeling in the toes, but the rest of him was cold, and Mo had this sudden fear that maybe he was going to die in Molandia and be this giant human snowball and they'd rediscover him in 100 years like some sort of caveman with really impressive hair.

He actually was sort of looking forward to death now.

And then the pendulum appeared again, and Mo felt a renewed desire to live. TO LIVE ANOTHER SEASON. He threw himself to the side, pushing Molandia against the invisible barrier so that it bounced hard out of the way of the pendulum.

Mo went down, but at least he was moving in the right direction this time. And when he stood again, it was raining. Not snow. RAIN. Spring!