Alexander Hamilton trudged through the camp, his boots crunching against the frost-dusted earth. Through the darkness, he caught a glimpse of a figure lurking in the shadows. Instinct took over and he lunged forward. His hands moved swiftly, grabbing and restraining the figure before him. Only when he had them subdued did he pause. But as the moonlight filtered through the trees, his heart skipped a beat."You ? But good heavens, have you lost your mind? It's the middle of the night!" He scolded.