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The sun is setting, and a car appears in the distance.

Inside is a 24-year old, a 7 year old, and an imaginary sister.

Lenore, exhausted, stops the car outside a farm that looks like it hasn't seen a drop of water in years, and promptly flops back onto the hood of the vehicle.

She's tired. She's hungry. Her hands are shaking and she's sweating and it takes everything she has to keep it from happening, and within a few minutes, it subsides. There are a few lights on in the farmhouse, she notices, and so she checks to make sure Bridgette is still asleep before walking over and knocking on the door.

"Hey," she calls, hoping someone hospitable will open the door, "I've got a kid with me."

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"Yeah, don't do it," she says, lighting up with a match. "Shit'll kill ya."

Beat.

"How old are you, Will?"

"Seventeen summers, milady, just turned na long ago, why?"

She looks surprised.

"Really? You're only seventeen?"

"Oh aye, milady, dinna understand why ye're so surprised."

"You look... a lot older," she admits.

"I'm twenty-four."

Will's not sure if that's a compliment or not so just nods again,

"Aye, milady, ne'er really thought 'bout it."

He's from a world where the idea of a teenager doesn't even exist, you just do what needs to be done and battles and torture and hunger and Nottingham make you too old before your time.

"You don't have to keep calling me that, you know," she says through a puff of smoke.

"Um aye, forgive me, just tis 'abit. What should I call ye?"

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"Lenore, I told you that," she says, but doesn't sound annoyed.

She flicks away the ash from her cigarette, then stomps it out.

"Lenore Ackart, that's my full name."

"Um aye, m..Lenore, can show ye where some beds are an tis food in the kitchen."

"Sure," she says, eyeing the car for a moment.

She then walks over to the vehicle and opens the passenger side door, easily lifting Bridgette out.

She then nods to will for the go-ahead.

The sight of Bridgette makes him look down and a little sadder, shouldn't be children here, too dangerous and then he walks towards the farmhouse.

She follows with careful, soft steps.

She doesn't want to wake Bridgetee.

As they walk past the bunker, he says quietly,

"Tis lots o'beds in there, tis where I've been sleepin' but foods inside the 'ouse."

Lenore nods, stopping there to find an empty bed to place Bridgette in.

She covers the girl with a blanket, then continues after Will, confident that Bridge will be okay.

He finds the kitchen and tries not to look too confused at all the modern appliances, so far he knows where the bread is, because well its bread, everything else is harder.

Lenore looks around.

"Well, thank god there's electricity," she says, sounding relieved.

She sniffs the air, and her stomach growls very loudly.

"Electricity?"

"The stuff that powers those machines," she explains, motioning to the fridge and stuff (you know, assuming there is one).

"Has anyone explained anything about this place to you?"

"Nay, na really just been tryin' to na get in the way."

Also Val and Marley are usually too busy flirting/snarking with each other and it just hasn't come up before.

"Oh."

Lenore frowns.

"Well, that there --" she points "-- is a toaster. It toasts bread. That big thing is a refrigerator, it keeps things cold, like ice does -- that's the oven, it cooks things like fire does."

He nods, its easy enough to remember and its something that's easy sort of,

"Just been eatin' bread since was what I could find."

Lenore goes :O!!

"How long have you been here?"

"Only arrived last night, think got somethin' more with Marley just was tired when we got 'ere was all."

Since not long after there was a bed, Will slept and slept and amazingly didn't have too horrible nightmares though he knows that won't last.

"Oh. Shit, I thought you'd been here for days or something."

She opens the fridge and eyes the inventory.

It's not much, really.

"I'd cook you something, if I knew where anything was."

For now, she'll settle for bread as well. Toast, even.