You were finished with one of the therapies at the compound—if you could call serving as a babysitter to a goat for almost the entire day, therapy.

As you walked out of the barn, you heard a faint voice coming from one of the pens. Intrigued, you went to investigate. Upon reaching the door, you found a redheaded woman mumbling colorful words towards the fence, her jacket stuck. She stopped muttering as soon as she spotted you.

"I'm stuck. Help," she said without bothering to explain her predicament. The woman, who looked to be in her late thirties, had a face that conveyed a clear message: "Don't make this awkward," with an expression that screamed, "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."