“Well it’s not exactly a mansion, and it sure as hell isn’t warm, but at least we’re out of the snow,” Philip commented after they closed the door behind them.
“We can build a fire over there,” Adam told him, nodding at a stone fireplace at the far end of the room.
“Hell yes, there’s even wood for it.” Philip crossed the long empty room, dropping his bag by the fireplace, and started putting the wood on the grate. “All we need now is some paper or something to act as tinder. Oh, and yeah, something to light it with. That could be a problem.”
“Will these do?” Adam picked up a box off the mantel, handing it to Philip. It held old-fashioned wooden matches.
“Sure will.” He went back to his bag, taking out a stack of paper. Handing half of it to Adam, he began crumpling up the rest.
“Phili
