This day was hardly any different than the afternoon prior. We packed up all of our things in the morning and began moving once more. It is very cold outside, so cold that I will have to check for frostbite right after writing this. Not one of us knows how to make it much better. My fur coat that Maria gifted me protects me from the harsh winter, but I pass it around to keep our boys warm. There is nothing else that I can do.

  "Does it feel as if we are moving faster?" Lawrence asked me.

  I had to tell him the truth, "It is because there are less of us. It's easier to keep track of. We'll make it in the next few weeks if we keep up like this."

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  "Our luck is that we won't make it until March," Angelo remarked to us.

  Lawrence slapped him lightly, "Don't curse us, young Angelo. Great, now we have to deal with more winter and snow and cold!"

  "I'm sorry," Angelo muttered, dumbfounded.

  "Don't be. Lawrence is just a little superstitious," I comforted him. However, I am not completely sure that what I told him may be true. Maybe Lawrence was correct. The words probably doomed us. At least we get to rest more than we are right now. We are all exhausted. I am afraid of not only frostbite, but of exhaustion. Why do I have to be the only doctor in this unit?