Q

After the first initial panic, after scavenging and recon, the days and nights evened out and things fell into a rhythm. A dull, cold rhythm. The weather was dreary and terribly cold in the morning. After the first night when they woke up and could see their breath, Bond had made sure to bank the fire so it would be a bit warm by the time dawn came. The cats were rather pleasant company, he'd found. He'd never been one for pets, not since he was a boy, but he could see why Q liked them.

He woke before Q and put the kettle on. He also put his shoes on, just to keep his feet warm. Bond looked around the cottage and noticed things that might need patched. If the weather kept on like it was, he'd not be surprised to see snow soon.

The kettle began to boil and he poured two cups. As they steeped, he went into the bedroom where Q lay asleep with the cats tucked up against him.

"Rise and shine, Q. Another day on, but at least this morning it's warm in here."