Keef lives in Austin, and as he melted the ice in the beehive, it cracked and leaked forth from the sides and lid, pouring down into the living room and further, into the basement below. It gathered speed, like a warm bath; as the fall of snowflakes drifted through the window, the basement became clear and cold and less familiar and hollow and more dangerous, and they rushed back to the living room and the snowstorm and ice stormed their houses, from which they returned and rose, in the same shivering panic, and moved up to the back door and pounded it and held it until the door was opened and they could make their escape