Drake didn't even knock on the front door of the cottage. His mind was confused and muddled, but one thing was clear: he needed warmth. The young man shut the door behind him, and although he didn't realize it, with the snow clinging to his clothes, and fur exposed on his hood, he looked like some kind of yeti. "S-S-So s-s-sorr-rr-rry ab-b-b-bout barging in," he managed to get out. "F-F-Freez-z-zing outside!" Without another word he moved in front of the fireplace to warm up.