Morning is much more gracious than the night. You slept poorly, haunted by nightmares and figetyness resulting from sleeping on a soft bed as opposed to the hard earth.

The room in which you and a few of your fellow slaves (perhaps former slaves, you hope) lay smells of wood. Though through the crude door below a small pig-iron cross, you catch the scent of something lovely—Breakfast!

You met Cindy Rein, the widow, last night when the Walkers brought you here.

Cindy stands at the ready with a plate full of pancakes. The table is set, the fruit is fresh, and the coffee is hot. You can’t wait to dig in!

[Cindy]

“Get it while it’s hot,” She smiles.

You aren’t used to this kind of hospitality, but the allure of the pancakes and fruit is great.