Her hand aches, but she doesn't move it. Her fingers twine around his. She can feel him shaking and something wet on the back of her hand through her glove, and she tugs at him. "Michael, lie down. Please. You're burning up." How long was he out there in the cold? Too long, obviously. She doesn't know what else to do; she can't help him, wherever he's going in his head is inaccessible to her.