You and Arthur stumble into a hotel just as the worst of the snowstorm rages outside, asking for the warmest room, ignoring the fact that it’s a single bed, wanting nothing more than sweet, glorious heat to thaw your skin, bones, marrow.

Though you’d each taken a steaming hot bath, wearing fresh, clean, dry clothes - courtesy of the hotel for two dollars extra - and have been basking by the fireplace for at least a half hour, the cold has seeped so deeply, you still feel it in your bones.