I suppose I will have to get to the point today in this entry instead of grovelling. William the American got very sick today. I was treating him in his tent all day. Lawrence came in today. He said it was much warmer from what they've been hunting in.

  "They said we were going to move today if William wouldn't have gotten so sick," Lawrence muttered to me.

  I shook my head, "We only have ten boys left, including us. We need all that we can get, even if we have to stop time after time. It's the snows that get me down."

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  "Think you're going to be free tomorrow?" he asked me.

  I nodded, "Should be. I'll probably have Angelo look over William the American. After all, he is his friend. It looks pretty good on a resume too. I'll probably be free to go wherever and go do whatever."

  "Alright. I have something that I need to do with you tomorrow," he informed me.

  "Don't worry, I'm dreading it," I told Lawrence.

  "I bet you are," his smug smile fell, "Oh, and another thing: he isn't William the American anymore. It's just William."

  Out of everything that Lawrence has told me, that has hit me the worst.