I treated William again today. He doesn't look worse, yet he doesn't look better either. Most of the day, I told him to rest. He is opening his eyes more, but I don't know If that is a good sign yet. Lawrence and Angelo came into the tent again today. Lawrence warmed up his hands and sat beside me.

  "One of these days I really have to know how you manage to get this tent so warm. Maybe you should do that to our tent," he told me.

  I shrugged him off, "There's no point. It just goes as fast as I try to make it warm. Besides, it isn't really warm in here, it's just so cold that you think it's warm."

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  He sighed, "Still counts as warm in my book."

  Angelo sat down some of the fur they had gathered. It was all white and light gray. He began stitching together slowly.

  "How did you get any thread?" I questioned them.

  Angelo smiled, "We have a lot of it in our bags. Never thought to use it before because none of you know how to. Seems like them babying me in the Italian Armsy actually taught me more than a few things. Never knew it would help me so much."

  I nodded and he showed me how to do it. There isn't much to it at all. All you do is just move the needle up and down. Things are looking up for us finally. I do believe we are still doomed, but less so. Perhaps one day we will make something good of what we have.