The moment Katherine followed Dean into her home she stopped dead in her tracks. After days spent outside in the darkness of the storm, and weeks before spent in dim lighting barely preserved by unreliable generators, Katherine found the natural lighting almost blinding.
She shielded her eyes, while the cold behind was effectively cut off by the door as it locked shut. Heat assaulted her every sense, and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime Katherine felt the frost which encased her flesh truly melt away.
By the time she finally recovered, she found a peculiar scene. Dean had already begun stripping out of his tactical gear and handed off certain elements to a young woman standing in front of him.
Her tan was out of place for this winter… A subtle reminder of summer's warmth that had vanished from the world just weeks ago.
Simultaneously, her blonde hair showed subtle but noticeable signs of its original color bleeding out from the roots.
