You feel cold, it seems the heater is broken, you enter the front door and take off your snow-covered jacket, hanging it on a hanger. But you don't see Michael and you go around the house looking for him.

“The heater broke.” He mumbled from the couch, looking at the wet wood in the fireplace. He stood up and kissed your forehead as a ‘welcome home’ greeting, watching as you smiled softly and walked to the string attached to the attic door.

You sighed and went to get some blankets from the attic; it was supposed to be one of the coldest nights tonight. Of course the heater just had to break. Michael helped you pull the ladder down and held it still while you climbed it, going into the attic and finding some bags with larger blankets in them.