Around ten o’clock, Remy decided maybe he should start getting dressed. As Lane fed the discarded wrapping paper into the fireplace, Remy went into the bedroom to change. The door to the room was shut, and when he went inside, the temperature had dropped drastically. It was frigid in there—no way was he stripping down naked without heat. He wanted a shower, but wondered if the water would even be hot. He suspected not. He settled for pulling a pair of sweatpants over his longjohns and a sweater over his undershirt. That would have to suffice until he could figure out how to get the generator running.
He opened the bedroom door and found Lane standing on the other side, reaching for the knob. With one look at Remy’s clothing, Lane said, “That was quick.”
“I just layered,” Remy told him. “
