Sometime later, that week, in another wooden cabin in the middle of a snow-clad nowhere a woman laid alone on a standard double size bed, covered in multiple soft blankets. She was neatly tucked under the blankets as if someone had straightened them up every time she had moved and several pairs of socks were placed on her feet to keep them warm.
Her face glowed under the faint amber light that was kept hidden somewhere in the room to make sure that the light did not fall straight on her eyes as she slept. A fire kept cracking somewhere in the room, ensuing the sweet smell of cherry wood into the air that the woman breathed in.
When she woke up, the first thing that she felt was the stinging sensation at the side of her head which brought back the memory of everything that had happened
