"No." Eliza put a hand over Blondie's to keep her from using the flashlight. "We don't know if that's a friend or foe, or even a Walker with a flashlight on him. If you flash your light we can attract the wrong kind of attention," she cautioned. "It's better to wait until we can see what we're dealing with."<br/><br/>On the far bank the light seemed to move away. Soon it wasn't visible any longer, and all signs of the blinking light were gone.<br/><br/>Morning was just a few hours away. With the cold air all around them Eliza felt the chill cutting through her still-wet clothing. Unlike Naomi and Blondie she had stayed in her wet clothes, and though they were layered, the only thing that saved her was the wool-blend of the material. It kept her somewhat warm despite it's dampness, but her chest got cold, and soon she found herself huddling with Blondie for both mutual comfort and warmth.<br/><br/>Eventually the sun began to cast long streaks of light across the lake's surface.  In the far, far distance a brave rooster crowed. Birds were waking in the trees and a few cautious deer drank at the water's edge.  Eliza groaned as her stiff limbs protested being moved. Slowly she extracted herself from Blondie and stretched, then crawled over to check on her snoring father. He was bundled up and seemed deep in sleep. She smiled, thankful that he could find rest and peace even now. Once she was sure that her father was alright she moved to the entry to the lower quarters and tried to peer into the darkness. "Logan? Naomi?" Her voice seemed overly loud to her. "I think it's light enough to start crossing to the other side."