The door didn’t budge.It took both men to get the door started. Tom surmised that the heat had expanded things a bit. Suddenly the door moved an inc..., but it still took both men to pull it open on creaking hinges. Tom examined them and said that he thought a little oil would probably solve the problem, and that it was still usable.The safe itself was an eight foot cube. The outside was scorched, and already showing signs of rust, but the inside looked unharmed. There was a gun rack against one. Their faces were hidden from her view, but the care and support they gave filled her with hope.The black beast's poisonous breath surrounded the spire. With a great crash, it collapsed. In her dream, the beast had grown larger and more powerful. It rushed through the ruins of the spire at them; Lynneth could feel the raw power of something within that she needed, that needed itself to be free, lost forever as the beast's jaws fell on her companions.That was when she always woke. Before the fell. Salted and seasoned, the rabbit was delicious, particularly as hungry as she was. Even after eating every little scrap off the bones, she was still hungry, but she would save what’s left of the freeze-dried meals for when he could eat them.Her husband was squirming around, and she assumed he needed to go, but despite the hand in the bowl of water trick, he did nothing. “Can you hear me, Baby?” she whispered into his ear. When he didn’t respond, she said it louder. This time, he mumbled. "Aye your Grace, Lachlan has the rights of it. Why don't we just let the Danes and the Saxons kill each other off? Forty dead Scots on the last trip, that's too high a price to pay for helping a people who have shown they are quite at home invading Scotland in the past." Added Colmgil."Do we not have a higher duty to help our neighbours? Is there nothing to be said for trying to establish peace in those lands that surround us? I say that so long as there is warfare then there is a threat to.