Charlie lay in a ball within the cave. The good news was that he was out of immediate danger. The bad news is that he forgot to bring blankets. It was too late to feel sorry for himself, and he knew he had no home other than the one with the fucked up roof. The only thing he could do was ride out the storm here…ride it out…find the guys later…He yawned, the adrenaline wearing off, and his own brain turning on him. He slept in that ball until morning, not knowing the fate of the others.