The morning had come, Grimshaw nagging away at the women and yourself to get to work like you were in a factory 9 to 5. Sat by the other women such as Tilly and Karen, you work away with a pin and some thread at a linen shirt, sewing up a tear at the shoulder line.

All the while as you focus on your work, Javier passes by you all, before tipping his hat to you all;

“ Morning, ladies. “ He’d greet, before quickly switching his gaze and walking off, settling by the campfire, attempting to wake up, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.