Some rain, and these cold raindrops even carried a hint of chill.
I instinctively looked down. A snowflake about the size of a goose feather was slowly melting in my palm, and there was indeed quite a bit of rainwater there.
"Is this... sleet?"
"Yeah."
Wild Wolf nodded. His brow furrowed, then quickly relaxed.
I still had questions.
"Why is this happening? Isn't this the tropics? There's a rainforest nearby. How could this happen?"
Wild Wolf looked outside, then glanced down at me. He flicked his cigarette butt out the door and turned to walk into the room.
"Come in. I'll explain."
I looked at Wild Wolf, then at the snowflakes filling the sky. Turning around, I went back into the room and returned to where I'd been sitting.
Wild Wolf took another cigarette, smoked, and glanced up at me.
"How much of your memory have you recovered?"
"Not much. Maybe three or four years' worth, or even less."
"Hmm... Do you remember anything about the greenhouse effect? Or ocean currents?"
"A little... not much."
"Sigh. Looks like I'll have to start from the beginning."
"Go ahead."
I sat on a chair and looked at Wild Wolf. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts. Then... he told me something that sent a chill through my whole body.
"When the apocalypse began, the climate changed abruptly. At first, it rained constantly. Later, there was a severe drought in the Central Plains. You probably haven't recovered those memories yet."
I nodded. I really hadn't. So far, I'd only recovered memories from four stages, and they didn't go back as far as the beginning of the apocalypse.
"A lot happened during that period. First came the floods, which buried many places. You've probably seen