Puppetmaster

You stay where you are and try to rest, but the cold wind and rain grows more threatening, and the tree serves no more protection than a pole. Cold creeps up your body, you begin to cough and sneeze, and your vision gets blurry. You attempt to stand, to find shelter, anything, but you collapse imediately to your feet. You try to stay awake but things are too comfortable, too warm, and all you want to do is sleep...