Sinead couldn't believe how stupid she was to jump out a window, land in the middle of a desert, and expect everything to be okay. Earth to Sinead! How could I have thought we would be fine in the middle of the desert? Was your stomach making noises because it was full! Then she thought of another thing to be afraid of: Hypothermia. The others were wearing jackets, sneakers, and long pants. And she was wearing a t-shirt, flip-flops, and capris. Perfect attire for your backyard on a warm spring day, not so much for a cold desert night. She was already shivering, and her teeth were beginning to chatter. She tried to turn away from the others, but they already knew.

"Here, take mine." Ned wrapped his jacket around her shoulders, but she shook it off.

"I'm fine Ned. You need it more than I do." She picked it up and handed it to him. He tried to give it back, but she kept on refusing. After all he was only wearing a t-shirt underneath, so if he gave her his jacket, he would be in the same situation she was in. He reluctantly put it back on.

"We should start walking, it'll keep us warm." Suggested Amy.

They walked down a dirt road, about a quarter mile away from their cell and realized their cell was a lone building. After they walked in complete silence for about an hour, they stopped to catch their breath. Sinead clutched her side to keep from crying out, the only reason she didn't stop during the hour is because Amy and Ned hung back and helped her along. Ted would have helped, but knew that he wouldn't have helped the situation at all. Now more than ever she wished she had a jacket, she couldn't feel her finger tips or toes anymore. Her lips had turned as blue as they could get, and she was uncontrollably shivering.

"Sinead?" Hamilton had walked over and now stood next to her. When she looked up at him his eyes went wide. "Oh my gosh! Sinead, your freezing!" He quickly took off his jacket and helped her put it on; after it was on he zipped it for her because her fingers didn't have enough strength to zip the stubborn zipper. Then Sinead got dizzy and pasted out. Hamilton caught her before she hit the ground.

"Guys come here! Quickly! It's Sinead!" Hamilton screamed.

They all rushed over Hamilton as he laid Sinead on her back in the desert sand. Almost immediately Amy grabbed Sinead's wrist and felt her pulse. Ned took off his jacket and put it on top of Hamilton's.

"Is she going to be okay Amy?" asked Ted.

"Fine, but I still don't know why she pasted out. Hamilton you caught her, you have any idea why?" This was the first and probably last time anyone would ever try to acquire information from a Holt.

"She probably caught Hypothermia. When I saw her, her lips were absolutely blue."

"Oh no. If she caught Hypothermia she could… Never mind. We have to think of a way to warm her up. If it's a mild case she should be fine after a day."

"It's about 1:30 in the morning so in about five hours the sun should come up, and our new problem will be overheating." Said Hamilton. "So we have about five hours to warm her up so we can get moving."

"Thanks for stating the obvious Hamilton." Mumbled Dan.

"So we have to warm her up so she is conscious during the day. Why?" asked Ian.

"Because, her body will overheat quicker if she's unconscious. At least that's what my 3rd grade teacher said." Explained Ted.

"Let's get some sleep while we can. Good night." Said Amy as she dozed off in the sand.

"She's right. We will want to keep moving during the day, so we should get some sleep while it's nice and cold." Said Dan as he fell asleep with his back against Amy's.

"Nice and cold. I agree with the cold part, but not so much the nice part." Said Natalie as she and Ian lay down in the sand and fell asleep.

Hamilton took Ned's jacket off of Sinead and handed it to him. "You'll need this tonight. And don't even try to act like you won't, you Starlings are pure skin and bones. She'll be fine with just mine."

"Thanks." Said Ted

"Are you sure you won't need it?" asked Ned.

"We Holts don't need silly jackets." Then he turned around and realized his sisters were wrestling over who knows what. He walked over to them and pulled them apart with his hands.

"Let me get her Ham! No one calls me a baby!" said Reagan as she tried to punch her sister in the face.

"Only babies whine Reagan!" said Madison as she tried to kick her sister in the shin.

"I didn't whine! All I said is that I don't like sleeping in the sand!"

"That's called whining Reagan!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"Guys! Seriously! Just go to bed and stop it! We're in the middle of the desert, Sinead might die, and all you can think about is fighting!" Said Hamilton as he stormed to the other end of the group.

The twins looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement. Hamilton had gone soft! And they thought of the perfect way to embarrass him in front of the whole group.

"This is going to be a great night!" whispered Reagan.