"These goddamn aches... Every bloody time.." Maggie grunted, filling out some papers. She let out a deep breath and then sat back, rubbing one of her cheeks, other hand still grasping the pen. Her cane riffle was resting against the table beside her. Sound of wind blowing was heard outside of the shack.

She paused from her duties, reaching to grab a bottle of her home brew to take a quick swig from it. She'd take a moment, then sigh. She didn't want to think about how hard it was to get back into shape again after nearly being burnt alive years ago.