Slowly walking into the kitchen, barefeet creaking the wooden floorboards, Felicity tumbled towards the windowsill. Outside, it was pitch dark as always. However, some plants stubbornly grew despite the rolling ash cloud above. Felicity had been lucky to come across them during a patrol early in her stay in Whitevale. These were nutritious, strong plants capable of surviving in the dark. She plucked some of the spiked, brown leaves and turned to the stone counter of the small kitchen. She reached to the back and pulled a massive pot of mushrooms closer to her. She reached in and dug a large, pure red mushroom out. These were not the kind that got one drunk, no, these too had nutritional value. Refusing to spend the limited rations of the Brotherhood on herself, she took to growing her own food at home.

Of course, these limited options were disgusting. However, Felicity did not go as hungry as she would otherwise.

As Felicity cut them and mashed them together with her alchemy kit, she turned her face away from the sharp, rough smells wayfaring through the cabin. She grimaced as she poured the strange looking "meal" into a cup, eyes watering. This looked more like dirt than any kind of food, and it smelled like manure. Reluctantly, with harsh thoughts racing through her mind, the young woman yanked her head back and swallowed the stuff as fast as she could without tasting it. Going down her throat, however, it was awful. Felicity had to quickly grab canister of water from the cooler below to avoid barfing the nutritious garbage up again. No matter how horrifying, food was not to be wasted in this time; especially with her high metabolism.

Slamming the empty bottle against the counter, Felicity rubbed the tears from her eyes as she caught her breath. The small, wooden kitchen was small enough to be an outhouse. Still, Felicity was barely here outside of this one meal. She sighed, pushing the mushrooms back to be not so enjoyed another day. She stretched, the thin exercise clothes feeling light and smooth as she groggily pattered towards the door leading out back.

The backyard had been dead in the first place, so Felicity had called in an order for a smooth but flat flooring to be added. This thick cloth flooring was perfect for working out. Heavy weights, poles for stretching, and bars for pulling herself up were all available for the grueling three hours she set aside to keep up her physical prowess. She hastily got the work. The cold morning winds against her tank top and shorts, and the physical exertion, hastily woke her up. She stretched with intent, then she rigorously worked out. As she pushed herself to her physical limits, she counted the amounts of push ups, chin ups, and weight lifts as high as she could. She focused, intent on staying in the present, not the past.

Soon, dim daylight seeped through the thick, grey clouds above. As Felicity lifted another hundreds of pounds weight, she watched the cold morning light break through the trees.

"... One hundred and-"

She let her arms fall, the weight crashing on top of the bar it rested on. As Felicity laid in sweat for the second time, she panted as she felt her body flood with the feeling of being alive. As long as she was physically active, she could live just a little bit better. It was when she stopped, it was when she had to stay still that... the memories returned...