As usual, Zed woke at dawn, a habit she'd got into almost as soon as she'd left home.<br/>She pulled her boots on, how long had it been now........good grief.....almost eight years!<br/><br/>Chuckling to herself, she mused at how old she was getting, almost over the hill now, she'd be twenty one next birthday, wasn't that when life ended?<br/>It wasn't cold yet, so Zed'd had the luxury of a room to herself for the night. She'd been coming to this hostel for the winter months for four years now and knew to stake her place early in the season, soon everyone would be looking for somewhere warm to sleep Autumn and winter seemed to come quickly these days.<br/>She tidied her bed as the Nuns of St. Catherine asked their 'guests' to do and hitched her bag over her shoulder.<br/>After a quick visit to the bathroom, Zed headed down to the kitchen to see what Sister Bethanie had on for breakfast......<br/>