It was a hard, bitter cold, and keeping warm was becoming tough. The freezing air cut through everything--your bones hurt from it, your tight chest cried out with every breath. As the boxcars rattled along, you huddled closer together, your head buried into his chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You had given him your scarf--he protested, gave you "the eye", but he understood. The only fire you had to keep you both warm was in your hearts...