I woke up, to the sound of crunching snow. The sun had not risen yet, but it illuminated the sky so it was a lovely shade of purple. I cowered under the log, hoping whoever it was would not see me. I felt vulnerable, scared, powerless. I watched out from the shadow I was hiding under, seeing a black pair of pants that were dry, black shoes, and, suddenly, Jake’s face.
     “Jake!” I cried, my voice cracking and coming out no louder than a whisper from lack of water. I leapt out of my hiding place, wrapping my good arm tightly around his neck, burying my face into his shoulder. “Where were you? How did you get off? How did you find me?” flurries of questions spilling out of my mouth, and tears flowing freely down my face.
     “Calm down and I will explain,” He muttered, wrapping his arms around me. I nodded, waiting for my explanation. “I had been looking for you after you took off through the third class car, and heard you yell my name. I called after you, but you mustn’t have heard me, because you did not respond. I flew through the cars, scanning them for you, and I dove off the train at the last moment, I know because I heard it crash through the ice when I landed. I scanned the hillside for you, but could not seem to find you, and headed off toward the east, thinking you were going to keep close to the shore,” He shook his head slightly now, “I should’ve realized you’d head back to the tracks and try to find your way. I found you when I headed back to the submerged train and saw footsteps heading back up the hill,” He was stroking my hair now, and my sobbing had reduced down to hiccups.
     “I should’ve known… that I was making it obvious… for someone to find me…” I muttered between hiccups.
     “You want to keep heading this way?” He asked, nodding in the direction I had been heading. I thought for a moment, and realized that I did not actually know where I was headed, I thought I was headed toward my relative’s house, but, I actually did not know the way there.
     “I-I would, I-if I kn-knew where I had been headed,” I admitted sheepishly, and while shivering. “I-I do not know where m-my relatives live.”
     “Well then, we can head to my home. I know where that is at, at least,” He laughed, helping me up.
     “J-Jake, c-can you help me with something..?” I asked, remembering my arm, which sent a jolt of pain as if to remind me, “Hey, I am injured!” I winced at the pain, and Jake looked concerned.
     “Hmm? What is it?” He asked, ready to help.
     “M-my arm,” I said, gesturing to it. “I-I do not know what’s wrong with it, all I know is that I can not move it,” I explained, and he inspected it.
     “Oh my,” He muttered under his breath. “You’ve dislocated it, if you do not mind a bit more pain, I can fix it,” He offered. I nodded, and braced myself. “Ready, on the count of three… one… two… three!” He counted, and jerked my arm outwards and up. I forced myself not to scream, but the pain was almost unbearable. There was another sickening pop, and I could move my arm again.
     “Thanks,” I muttered, rotating my arm around.
     “Shall we be off then?” He asked, I nodded in response, and we walked toward the rising sun together.