[baby. . . trauma?]

[sets_mode_plusv]

[Slowly but surely, a very-bundled up child is making his way through camp. The snow isn't up to his ankles, at least. But he doesn't seem to give it much attention. . . Or anything really.]

It's cold, and there isn't anything to see here. I knew that the main house was better already. So, let's go back. We can have those cookies then too.