I thought I could just get around the problem by only wearing old clothes.But after a quick count, I figured I probably could get by three or four day...whilst wearing them before they became too dirty to continue wearing, andthen what would I do? I still had no idea what was causing thesetransformations, so I vowed to get some help.* * *That night, while the rest of the cabin slept, I turned to Jason in the bunkunder me. "Jason, I have a problem," I said.He grunted and rolled over to look. I might change the ending, though.Just then my phone pinged. Nearly scared me to death. I looked at the screen. A number I didn't recognise and four words. Go have fun Rob. I checked the number with the card Nichole had given me. It matched. I gestured to the barman, signed for the drinks and headed upstairs.As I walked along the corridor from the elevator to my room I have to admit I was keeping an eye out for thugs. I got to my door and found it being held open on the latch. I pushed it open. The main problem was the firewood. We already burned most of it and had to find some way to go out and bring some more from the back of the cabin. I decided the best way was to dig a tunnel in the snow. But it would be hard work. I told Mike about my plan and he agreed with me. A few minutes later we had started digging. The girls helped to. In a few hours we finally reached the wood. This meant a lot because without the fire we would freeze to death. For now we were going to be safe. We had. Maybe you could expand, ever thought about that?”No, I hadn’t. I was making really good money off the bakeries, the store and the pastry shop. Still, I was proud of what I’d accomplished, proud of the difference I was making in the community. I agreed to meet them in three-week’s time.The first thing I did was talk it over with my advisors. Both Grandmas, Dan and Jose, Ms. Chen, Michael and Miguel. The consensus was that I should help them if I could.I rented a big van and they all traveled.