Okay, okay, I get the point. It ain't like it was comfy anyway. . . . You know how to build a fire?

[Because Leon sure doesn't. He gravitates to William's side once he's up and stretched out, grateful for the (cranky) company . . . and the potential of someone who knows what he's doing.]

They better get us outta here before we need anything more than a fire. This sucks! I don't get it, they magicked us here, can't they just magic us back?