"Oh, God, can you imagine? Rivers of blood, darkness eternal, frogs, boils, hail...yeah, I say we just never come home, if so.

"But yeah, me too. Some of the blizzards in Russia were...fun, I have to say. And I really like London's perpetual fog, for some reason. But watching the thunderheads roll in up in the mountains..." he shook his head in recalled wonder, "...there's nothing else like it in the world, carina."