"There's another blanket hanging over the back of the couch," Seth called out from the kitchen, starting the coffee on it's brew cycle.  "Once I get something warm in you, I'll dig up some clothes for you to wear."  He wanted to ask her why she was in the pond naked, but it seemed like the kind of conversation that shouldn't be shouted back and forth from the kitchen to the living room.  So he concentrated on making some soup.  Canned tomatoes and a blender made for a decent tomato soup with a few croutons added.  He left a few of the tomatoes somewhat intact to give it a chunky texture.<br/><br/>While making the coffee and soup, Seth searched his mind for where he had packed Amy's clothes.  He'd given most his late wife's clothing to her parents, since they needed something to remember her by.  But he'd kept those tight fitting jeans that she wore so well.  She was curvier than the girl in the living room, so they should fit.  There was that dark blue sweatshirt with the wolf printed on the front and a red flannel shirt.  Finally, there were the grey sweats she ran in.  He'd been reluctant to wash them since they still held her scent.  It might be time to put them in the washer and let go of the past.  The girl in the other room would probably appreciate something clean.  Underwear?  She might have to make do with his.  Did he keep any of Amy's panties and bras?  He wasn't sure.  The cedar chest was probably where everything was, except the sweats.  They were in the closet.<br/><br/>Given that the girl had been dragged over some shards of ice on her way out of the pond, a first aid kit might be needed as well.  But he'd worry about that after raising her temperature.  Hypothermia was his primary concern right now.<br/><br/>"I hope you like tomato soup with your coffee," he announced, as he entered the living room carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and two bowls of soup.  Seth had a towel over his one arm in case she needed it to dry her hair.