It wasn't long before Britta forced herself to get up, but it seemed like an embarrassingly long time to her. She was just trying to get through this manual on taking care of goats (although Pierce hadn't died yet, so that had to count for something), but it was really kind of boring. She set it aside finally, heading over to the door and leaning against the frame after she opened it, the goat bleating from where he'd been tied to one of the posts the house rested on.

"Hey," she said, smiling. Company had to be better than reading about goats. "Come on in. Who's this?"