"Mum!" Liz gasped from the kitchen, rushing over and shuffling her away from the door. "I’ve got it, no— no, you go lay down. I’ve got it." The mother grumbled something and rolled her eyes, walking away and disappearing into a bedroom. Liz looked frazzled, even more so than usual. Her hair was ratty, tied back with a headband and her clothes worn out and probably a few days old from the wrinkles.