Sacha began to doze during the storm, though he knew that this was the most dangerous thing that he could do. The cold was getting to him and yet he still did not move. He was too cold for moving. His body began to tilt forward until finally he lay curled up in the snow next to the plant, unaware that it was stretching out toward him. By the time that the storm ended, he was already too far gone to notice it. He smiled stiffly only because he was already feeling the dangerous warmth that came from being in the cold too long. The warmth had nothing to do with the sun that was beginning to peek out from behind the greyish clouds again.