You are tired. You have a better chance of getting further tomorrow if you rest now. You pull your jacket about you, enveloping your body in its warmth. Your jacket, however, is flimsy, and the holes in it just serve to let out the meagre amount of heat your body is generating. Shivering all over, you look down in horror at your boot-less foot. It has begun to turn blue, and you cannot feel it. Resigned to the fact that there is nothing you can do to save it, you try to ignore it. You lean back further against the bark. Sleep does not come easily for you - you have never been is a place so cold. Eventually, sleep takes you, and it never gives you back.