The cave was used by many merchants to seek shelter in, evident by a small table near the back that contained a few supplies: matches, paper, and a small basket of sticks.

In the front of the cave was the outline where many had built a fire, which Noah proceeded to do, filling the cave with light as he begun to feel cold air from the storm as the lightning grew closer.

He looked at Allie, who seemed just as anxious as Sara was, if not more. Although she had been rubbing Sara’s mane and soothing her from the loud booms of thunder, her forehead crinkled as if she was in pain. She was afraid.

“Ms. Allie, are you alright?” Noah quickly asked, looking through the bags she had managed to save, and pulling out two out of the three coats he owned - the other Allie had wrapped around her.

As he laid one out to sit on he watched her concerned as she smiled nervously, nodded, and then spoke: “Oh, yes,” she said, as if she was unsure of herself.

Her eyes darted around, looking at the cave and back at the opening as the wind grew louder, wondering how long this storm would last.

Noah did not mind the rain, the wagon usually stayed dry with even heavy rain. And yet he wondered how long this storm would last. Sometimes spring storms were slow moving, and others were fast. The longest he had experienced took well over three hours. And yet looking at Allie, he knew that the storm was not all she feared. He had thought about it several times already, the setting had changed. Now, they were in a cave - Ms. Allie was alone in a cave with a strange man she had met only yesterday.

He poked the fire more, as a cold breeze blew inside. It didn’t seem like it would stop raining for quite some time, as the sky grew darker.

He laid the other coat down on the opposite side of the fire, patting it.

“Ms. Allie you should sit. You must not put too much weight on your leg.”

He sat back down on the other side of the fire and smiled nervously.

“It is quite a storm out there,” he replied to himself, peaking outside from where he sat.

He looked back at Allie as she shifted in her spot on the opposite side of the fire, sitting along the coats. Her short blonde hair frames her face nearly perfectly, wavy like the ocean on a summers day. Her big blue eyes were closed as if she were resting. She pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her head against them and clutching the coat she had wrapped around her shoulders as if it would run away if she let go.

The coat pulled down at the black scarf she still had wrapped around her neck, exposing what appeared to be strangulation marks - bruising left by the imprints of fingertips. She did not even appear to be in pain.

Noah frowned at the sight, his brows going downwards.

“What sort of life have you lived, Ms. Allie?” He asked, quietly, unsure if she would even answer.