Rodolphus stole her beaded bag when she was unconscious so any hopes of using one of the extra blankets tucked inside were dashed. She hated that there was once a time in her life when she trusted the monster enough to divulge the secret of her bag. It was just one more confidence he used against her. Would his treachery never end? Still dressed in her thin nightgown she wore when she ran after Lizzie, she was glad that she'd stolen a cloak before she stepped outside. If she hadn't, she feared all of her teeth would've chipped with their chattering. How much longer was she expected to be subjected to the cold without answers?