The light sprinkling of snow that had been resting on his hair had begun to melt, and was now unwrapping itself from its crystals and creeping down his forehead. She noticed the blue lights from outside reflecting in the rivulets that were now exploring his forehead. She left for a moment and returned with  a small brown towel from the downstairs bathroom, knelt on the soft seat of the sofa, and rubbed it over his head, which was silent and motionless and pointed at the far wall. She patted down his increasingly damp coat “And take that off, too.”