Just like that, the little spark of hope fizzled out. Doc yanked it out of the fireplace and tossed it at the wall, answering that question.

"Heap of junk."

He stuffed his hands up his thin coat, looking frustrated. "I'm sorry, Marty. That'll teach me to flit about up here in the winter again. Ah---the blanket's all right, isn't it? I know it's not ideal, but it's the best I've got. Unless---"

He suddenly looks rather awkward.

"Two bodies give off more heat than one."

Or not. Forget he said anything.