[ Johnny is very pleased to see him, make no mistake. He brightens when he spots Sam jogging over, evidently with a medic kit and all, and he stares at it before he sets the old man carefully down on one of the makeshift beds. ]

He's half frozen to death. [ He tells him -- they need to do this quick, make sure that he gets all the feeling back in his extremities again; and he's sure Sam knows exactly what to do. Johnny makes sure he's warming all the way up, his body heat evident in the biting cold, intense waves of heat keeping the immediate area around them warmer.

They make their way into the space Johnny had insulated, where a couple of other people already were working to warm themselves up by the fire he'd created for them, and he looks over at Sam, brows knitting. ] I don't know how many others are out there getting popsicled. I need to get out there again.