A garden… and a place to do laundry. That would be essential. With a nod, she chose one with a garden. “It’ll be lovely.” She would say goodbye to the cheerful, yellow house, and maybe even give the clock she had been gifted to someone else who would use it. It would be a shame to throw it out anyway.

Now, she was a talkative person by nature, but with her brother gone, it was hard getting used to someone who could match her conversation with length and pitch. By the time the man was through explaining about his staff and their locations on his property, she was well and truly asleep. She hadn’t meant for it to happen that way, but the poor dear was so exhausted.

She started awake within an hour, heart beating against her ribs in alarm at the vivid visions in her head of her husband’s untimely and gruesome death. He’d been killed by something… otherworldly… Needless to say, she was panting to catch her breath and looking around in a panic. The sound of the train tracks being hit by wheels rhythmically relaxed her a little as she remembered that she was on her way home.

She looked in the baskets, only to find one pair of eyes peering up at her in a familiar way when he was hungry… And she very well couldn’t pull her breast out in front of the whole of the train car, that would have been scandalous. It was a good thing that she had the wherewithal to pack a few bottles of cow’s milk. She tiredly moved to pull a bottle from the bottom of the basket and stuck the nipple in Harold Jr’s mouth. She was on autopilot.