Flynn sat on the swing, his head resting in his palm, his toes and fingers completely numb as the forest began to glow slightly fromt the rising sun, making the shapes of the trees visible. He leaned forward, propping his elbow on his knee as he closed his eyes, trying to calm down his instinctive, slow, breathing as his body struggled to keep warm. The sound of the early morning forest calmed him. The songs of the waking birds, the trickling of a chilled, nearby brook.