A month earlier she'd been desperate for a little bit of warmth. She hadn't been able to find anywhere with a roof to spend the night and the weather was dreadful. Even putting on every single piece of clothing she owned and wrapping herself in multiple blankets hadn't been enough. Without a fire, she was going to die. She turned her bag inside out searching for a lighter or even a single match. There was nothing, not even a piece of flint. And even if she did have those things, it wouldn't have mattered. Every scrap of wood she could find was too wet and frozen to burn.