"Wicked cold," Ashley says, wrapping Alan in a blanket. "They didn't say exactly how cold, though."
(♢Everyone (even Alan) rolls their thumbs idly and looks at the same corner of the screen while conditions worsen in time lapse♢)
Alan, even from within his blanket, shivers and whines.
Sarah: (Steam on speech) Don't cry. I'll get the fire started...
Within minutes, everyone tries to be close to the fire... and then a knocking is heard...
Sarah: I'll get it... [Who would that be at this time?]
She opens the door and is met by a large, clown mask-clad person, whose (ICE CREAM!) truck is visible in the background.
Sarah: Oh, you again! (Prepares a dagger behind her back when she recognizes him as the person they stole ice cream from) Nice of you to drop by!
Sweet Tooth: (With his own blade behind his back) Absolutely! It's not every day that the people I visit aren't paying customers...
...
Alan: Alan don' feel good.