Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Florence was staying home. Not only had Jack insisted, but she really had no inclination to go wandering about when people's worst nightmares were supposed to be wandering around. She just knew she wouldn't be of any help and if anything, she'd be in the way. So today, she wasn't doing anything that took her more than a few steps away from her own front door.

Like building up the fire pit outside so she could make something for lunch and dinner. She was getting pretty good at cooking in the rough so to speak, but she was thinking that an actual stove was going to be needed eventually. Maybe she could get Jack to find her one as a wedding present. But for now, she lit the fire and started building it up before she placed the grill top over it, pausing as she thought she heard something in the distance.