Doc can't believe his luck. One trip up the mountains and a most improbable blizzard happens. Marty will never want to go on a vacation with him again at this rate---not that the time traveling trips were any better, but. He was hoping.

It's been a long, shivering, chattering time coming, but Doc's finally managed to wire some kind of omni-flashlight together. They're not lacking in light, at least. The main need is warmth. And---oh, look! The moment he spots a rather large and fuzzy blanket, he flicks it to rid the dust and turns to his friend.

"Marty? No luck with the fire, huh?"