When Castor slunk to the floor, Hattie screamed. She rushed down next to him. She meant to put her hands on him to help him up, but she felt him shivering, and his skin was so cold. She looked at what she was wearing, nothing she could wrap around him. She also had no idea what to do about hypothermia, her dad wasn't a hunting and camping type. Hattie did the only thing she could think of in the situation. She shifted Castor against the wall. Holding him close against her, she yelled down the hall, "Help! Please someone!" She leaned toward Castor, wiping some hair out of his eyes, "Don't worry, it's going to be okay. your going to be okay."