Sarah ducks into the tent, leaving the flap open long enough to try and locate the generator to turn it on and get some light and heat in the space. Conveniently, and quite logically she thinks, the generator was near the tent entrance. She flips the switch and listens to the generator come to life and the few lights in the small tent come on. "He was probably looking for someone to come and warm the space up before he got here," she says as she allows the tent flap to close behind her.
As the tent slowly begins to warm, Sarah finds it harder to contain her fatigue. She shrugs off her parka and sets it on the bed located in the corner farthest from the door. She then sits down and unlaces her boots and slips her feet out, wiggling her toes which had begun to get stiff from the cold. She then looks down at her pants which are damp from all the time spent out in the snow earlier in the day. With a sigh she removes them, thankful that the leggings she had been wearing beneath them for extra warmth are still dry, and hangs the pants over a chair near the heater in hopes that they will dry a bit while she sleeps.
Sarah eyes the bed warily. She had figured she would just lay down on top of the blankets and sleep for a bit, but it was still quite cold in the tent. She pulls the covers back and climbs beneath the blankets then lays down, pulls the blankets up and situates the parka over her torso as an extra layer of warmth. She lays down and places her head on the pillow with a quiet sigh and rolls to face the tent wall. Within a minute she is asleep.