When they stepped outside the house, the city was cold.

It was an odd sensation --- it was the first time in the four lives' that Silkton was not extremely hot. But it was not a Second Ice Age.

"I think there's really been an Ice Age, The Anti was telling the truth for once," Jay says. "But it's like he said --- once he kept the city warm, then some of the ice melted."

Logar nods. "Scientifically speaking, the warmth climate during The Anti's youth made it impossible to have an Ice Age that was like the others --- after some time, the ice and snow had to melt. Still, it makes it even more infuriating that the bastard decided to warm this city, and country, just for tourism."

"But this helps us understand why the other countries did not experience such an issue," Percie says. "I'm sure that the world leaders decided on a similar approach, but smaller in scale. This is also why Silkton was the hottest city in the world, and the best for tourism."

"Yes, Europe-wise at the very least," Ane comments. "If Italy, Greece and Spain were cold at any time of year, then it makes sense one would go to Silkton. The Southern Emisphere, however, did not experience the Ice Age, or the worst of it."

"So now it's all out, for everyone," Logar sighs. "And we don't have anyone in control who can fix this. Economically, politically and climatically, we need someone who does the opposite of what The Anti has done, and not just for show, like our current President."

"The current President we shot in the legs," Percie frowns. "Where is he?"

That is the moment when two helicopters fly down, and meet the Power of Sight in front of the house of the President.

"Jay Cincinnati," a man says. "You're under arrest for murdering The Anti President, for shooting your rifle in a public place and for running away once we told you you were arrested. The other three of you, you're under arrest for helping her."

"No," Logar Iris replies, a raptured look on his face. "No, give me your phone."

"What?" the man asks. But his phone is taken by Logar.

"I do not know the names of the popular apps anymore," Logar says. "I remember some from ages ago, from the history books, but I haven't had a phone in a while. Still, I can tell that LiveGram is to post live films, right?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. He clicks on the app.

"Oh, sweet! This is where you record. I'm betting a men of the President like you has many followers, all in politics."

Logar clicks on the button, and fits your sneering face into the camera.

"Hello," he says. "The Prophet of the Vision here. You might have noticed that Silkton went a little cold in the past half an hour. Those of you who were at the beach, or in the swimming pool, might feel cheated. I suggest you to go home and wear a sweater, pour yourself a nice cup of hot cocoa... but, oh, right! You can't do that! Because Silkton has been so hot, for so many years, that you cannot do either of those things. We're not equipped for the real English weather!"

The man from before tries to fit into the live transmission. "Why do you sound so smug?" he asks. "Did you change the weather?"

Logar ignores for a moment how stupid the question is. "Old people at the care homes, or locked up in their homes, will thank us. They won't die of heat anymore. And people who have been sick from the heat for years, like my mother, will not die unnecessary deaths anymore. And no, you idiot, we did not change the weather. It was Michaim Toutatis who changed it in the first place. Have you ever heard of this naughty joke? It starts like this, what is a lever doing in the President's bedroom?"

The man punches Logar in the face. Logar stumbles backwards and the live transmission is interrupted.

"Stop talking, no one will thank you," the man says. "And if we have the means, with our pills, we will make sure no one believes you."

"The pills! Something else we have to change," Jay comments. She feels like they're running out of time. There isn't anymore all the time in the world to explain what went wrong. They wasted those past six years, and now there's people everywhere who want to kill them or imprison them for telling the truth.

They're never gonna make it.

She helps up Logar and she says, "Perhaps what you were doing was the only thing worth doing. Even with us gone, someone will pick up where we left off."

And she punches the man in face, and gives the phone back to Logar Iris.

"I have an idea," Ane yells, and goes into the President's house.

She must have hacked some system, because the next time Logar opens up the app, his face is livestreamed to every billboard in the city.

Logar Iris has always looked the face of the revolution, but never like this, with a bloody nose and disheveled hair. And saying nothing but the truth, to anyone, indiscriminetely.

"Can you imagine this scene? You can't, spoiler alert, because people in power have drugged you for years, and now you think this scene is in the past. But just imagine this scene --- you're sitting in a pub, on New Year's Eve, drinking a pint of beer or a cup of hot chocolate in case you aren't the type to get drunk. Make it even a toffee latte, I don't care. Oh, right, none of us has ever tasted any of those! Not even the beer. But just imagine it the way you would like. And Fairytale of New York from The Pogues is playing in the background. It's snowing, and the year is about the end, and it was probably a very shitty year but you don't care because you feel alive. Winter makes one understand summers are beautiful. And if you're the dark, pale type like me, then you wish you could have seen a winter during your life. People like Michaim Toutatis play with the Earth, and make it so that this little scene will never happen during our lifespan!"

"Another plot twist for you. The scene I described did not belong to the ancient past. It belonged to twenty, thirty years ago. All of our grandparents would remember it, and many other things. Your own parents, in case they weren't young like mine were, would remember so many things that you ignore. This is because the wrap-a-pills and the cosmetic pills have been brainwashing us for a very long time! Stop taking them. Stop taking them, and then you tell me what will happen."

"What happens right now," the voice of Osiris-Rex says. "Is that we have to put a stop to this transmission."

"To everyone who's crowding the street," the man adds, for many people are gathering on White Road. "Men, women, if you're on my side, do whatever you can to dispose of this puny yellow-haired man. Shoot him, wound him, I don't care."

"President White," Logar says. "Or should I say President Augustum Osiris-Rex? I'm sure anyone who knows your stepfather knows about your name."

"They do, but White was my father's name, can't I reclaim it?"

"Of course you can. Makes one wonder why you weren't called President Emperor God King, but to each their own. Hey, I have a little idea for the future! What if we divide the political system of the Alliance in four different roles and we call them President, Emperor, God and King?"

"Who would dare call themselves a God, except maybe for you?" Osiris-Rex asks.

"Oh, but if you say that, there is so much you don't know about me!"

Osiris-Rex doesn't reply. He takes out a taser and electrocutes Logar.

While the Visionary is shaking, and not in the way The Anti had predicted, Jay takes his role as spokeperson.

"Everyone who's in the Temple, or the Dormitory," she says. "Get out! There aren't any guards blocking you. You just believe you cannot get out, and this is why you can't do it. The Anti created those places, and you can..."

"Stop right there," the President snarls. "You will not have criminals, killers and rapists crowding the streets!"

"Well, The Anti should have been more humble, and he should have decided to keep the prisons instead of having to change everything!" Jay barks back.

"And you should keep your mouth shut," Osiris-Rex says.

"Guys!" Percie exclaims. "We need to regroup. We did all we could to make up the minds of the people. Now, it's on them."

"You would leave them in this very moment?" Logar asks, but he's groaning and he looks a little out of it.

"Don't speak! It's a wonder you can talk at all," Jay says, worried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we can never seem to be there for you when it really counts."

"Now you're joking. Listen, I'm a very logical person. I'm the wiseass of the group and I do understand why I get fried and stabbed more than the rest of you. But when they shot you in the legs, Jay, all I could do was play the clown and get myself arrested. My talents are very limited."

"Well, I never thought I'd say this, but I'd like to keep your talents alive!" Percie yells. "So, we have to regroup. In the President's house, now!"

"No," Osiris-Rex says. "I will shoot you if you step foot into my house again."

"Legally," a person yells from the crowd. "It's my house. I settled it with the judge today."

The person is Marian Hidalgo, who married the President's widow sometimes during these past six years.

"The judge?" the President asks.

"I was the judge," Ane Dioretsa says.

"And I will ask someone, anyone, in this crowd to shoot you if you refer to my house as yours. I've got a legal document to prove it," Marian adds. "Power of Sight, I give you permission to regroup at my house. But only if I can join the four of you."

Those words from the mother of some of The Anti's children may sound like a trap, but the group does not know what else to do. It's clear that Marian has never been exactly on Michaim's side, and Logar remembers when, once, she's been nice to him. So, he nods, and the five of them enters the house.

"I do not want to give you the wrong permission, Hidalgo," Logar states. "I can't fucking stand you. You watched a man take five orphans and turn them into killing machines and you did nothing."

"Killing machines would have got the job done, by now."

"Ane killed President Marcum! Jay killed The Anti! And Percie here killed Doctor Itokawa today! We shoot, we maim, we punch! We literally do not know how to do anything else!"

"Well, sometimes we steal and we hack, and you play the fool," Ane suggests.

"But that's about it," Percie concludes. "We really don't know how to do anything else."

"I hate to be the one to be giving you this suggestion, because as Iris said, you can't stand me, and I do not really like you either," Hidalgo says. "I see you as my former husband's experiment, and while I do agree he has used you, all of you deserved the other. You all thought you were... what was the word? Prophets? Visionaries? I'm more grounded. I have a wife and children I love very much and I have a real profession which pays actual money. But maybe, because of that, I can give you insight though I'm no older than you."

"Do not say that The Anti and us deserved each other," Jay is particularly upset.

"Do you want to hear my insight or not?"

"Take it away," Logar says dramatically.

"I think that, before you were selected for this project, the four of you knew how to do something. Or so I hope. So, go back to what you knew how to do before he turned you into villains."

"I could have been a scientist," Logar says. "Of course. I could have been something! I can still make something of myself."

"I was a nice guy who did very well at school," Percie reasons. "Very, very well. I couldn't have been a politician because I lack the share of drama and vision almost every one of you has, but I can put that to good use."

"I already have a skill," Ane is surprised, despite herself. "I'm a judge. I think I can do something with that."

Jay lowers her head. "It doesn't apply to me," she says. "It does not fucking apply to me. I was a Dormitory girl. I didn't know how to do anything, except but stealing and setting things on fire."

"Wrong," Logar replies. "You know how to survive. You know how to adapt. You're like a tardigrade."

"You assume I know what those are," Jay says. "It's not a very clever assumption on your part."

"Tardigrades are some of the smallest life forms and they can adapt to very high temperatures and very cold, too. High pressure does not kill them --- they could live in space. And besides, this is not your only skill! You know how to make people like you. When The Anti said Percie and I liked you too much, he wasn't referring to the fact that he's had a childhood crush on you and I was starting to fall for you. Everyone likes you. The audience loves Jonath Cincinnati!"

"Wait, the two of you are an item?" Marian asks. "Really? You, Jay, with Logar Iris? And by the way, I never connected the dots you were Jonath Cincinnati until the new interview. I feel stupid now. I thought it was a new hopeless young man recruited by The Anti. I had no hope in him at all."

"Stop cheering us up," Jay bits back.

"And why can't anyone believe I have a girlfriend?" Logar asks.

"You know the answer to that," Marian replies. "But I'm partly joking. You're pretty, you know that right? It's the only reason people might want the likes of you on a t-shirt."

Then, after the talk, Marian leaves them to prepare dinner.

"I was already thinking of a plan," Percie says. "I've started from the moment Marian started speaking. If you don't mind, Ane and I will go to the livingroom and plan it out."

Usually, Jay would have something to say about the fact that she and Logar had been left out. But whether it was because Percie wanted to leave them alone, or because Logar had just been tasered, she knew better than to complain.

"So," Logar comments bitterly when the two left the room. "Marian Hidalgo says The Anti and us deserved each other. Uh. High praise."

Jay decides to say something that has been on her mind for quite a long time. "You know, I hated him too, in the end. But I think it took a while, for me, because he was never as horrible to anyone as he was to you. I see something in you of the same hurt I received from Elial."

Logar raises his head. "Do not say that. Elial was a monster for doing that to you. The Anti and I... it's nothing like that."

"I know what I'm saying, and I know what I've been through," Jay says. "I do not mean it literally. But it was a similar sort of abuse. He made it so that all of you was his. He ruled your life, what you said and what you did with your body. Your own body, at the time, was his. Do you remember what he said before he died? That you'll have to change your name because you'll never be Logar Iris again. This is part of why I killed him. I know he was telling the truth."

"So, uh, should I change name?"

"Not if you don't want to. I love you for being able to stand up for yourself. I love you for keeping the name he's ruined, perhaps forever."

"No name changing, then. But if we get married, I still want to be Logar Cincinnati. Or we could go double-barrelled. And I love you for not reforming. You've never followed the stupid name variant rules. Sveta wasn't an Alliance name, and Jay isn't either. As for Jonath, you made that one up yourself. I think it was drawn me in, at first."

"I'm sorry, Logar, I know that it hurts if I say this," Jay adds. "But The way The Anti was obsessed with you. It took me some time to understand. I think he saw you as what he would have wanted to be, and jealousy drives many men and women crazy. After a while, he talked through you and moved through you because he wanted to be you. To many people, you still are his Vision. I'm sorry I couldn't see it at the time, what being Michaim's Vision meant. We did what he was too much of a coward to do."

"But now we are changing things."

"Yes. I wasn't lying when I said this was my calling. But I am afraid that this is just another thing Michaim would have done all along, if he'd had the guts."

"Perhaps, but not the same way he would. We will tell everyone everything! We will drag his name through the mud."

Jay smiles. "And you think that the others will listen?"

"Jay," Logar says. "Do you know what Ane did before? When she hacked into the billboards? She left a series of messages that would play during the afternoon, once the transmission ended. In one of those, she said that The Anti and his men had tried repeatedly to kill you."

"And...?"

"Look out the window."

Jay does. There's a crowd of people in front of the house, holding various signs. Many of those were about her, either as Grenade, Jay, or Jonath, and they all had the same meaning. She couldn't die. They wouldn't let her.

And that anyone who tried to kill her would have to go through this crowd first.

"Jay, I cannot explain this myself," Logar teases with a little smile. "But I told you that people like you!"