I finally came to about when darkness swept over me. I swung my arms about madly, trying to figure out where I was. I ended up standing and looked around. The only thing that was keeping me warm was my hatred to the killer.

Amazingly, the frostbite hadn’t been permanent. My limbs were their pinkish-whitish-pale-Irish color again. I pulled a box of matches from my pocket. Amazing, I thought, that they’re still in there. I was probably thousands of miles from home. I pulled one out and struck it, watching the flame dance before my eyes. I gently rolled the flame across my hand. Warmth was almost brand-new to me, it seemed. Then…. mew! it frightened me so much that I jumped a foot in the air. I took off running, as if my legs had a mind of their own.