From the porch of your house, you can see Luke struggling with the old greenhouse, he's been working on it all fall to be prepared for winter. Since the two of you were left alone, three years passed, in which you found an old farm, and little by little you remodeled it until life began to be more than just surviving.

"Oh, damn!" You can hear him mumbling when he hits his head for the fifth time, You approach him and look at him from the greenhouse door with a amused expression, he's making a cabinet to store everything they might need for the crops. "Don't you dare laugh, my head hurts." He says with a playfully tone, rubbing where he had hit himself while turning to you.