“It’s going to be a frigid night tonight,” Dave said. “We really need to find a place to hold up in until this cold weather passes if we don’t want to wake up dead.”

Annie had to laugh. “Dad,” she said, “you can’t wake up dead. If you wake up, you’re not dead. And if you’re dead, you won’t wake up.”

“Aren’t you a smarty?” Dave smiled at his daughter, but the smile belied his concern. It was April. Usually the temperatures at this time of year were still cool, but tolerable, even up here in the hills. But this year, at their annual father-daughter camping trip, it was unusually cold. He knew that with this sudden drop in temperatures, it could be dangerously cold.

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