Bridget's limp body fell in Harrison's arms.<br/><br/>The old woman looked up from her knitting where she was sitting in her old rocking chair by the crackling fire. "now who on earth?" She mumbled to herself hearing the weak knock on her door. She shook her head clicking her tongue and setting down her needles and yarn "I know I'm not expecting company." she said as she stood and hobbled slowly to the door.<br/><br/>"Who's that then?" she asked in a loud cranky voice throwing the door open and looking around for whoever had knocked on her door. "Hello?" Finally she looked down and saw the two youngins on her door step. "Goodness gracious." She breathed putting a hand to her heart. "Boy? are you alright?" she asked.