"When in doubt, I always enjoyed the privacy of a stiff drink and utter privacy in which to enjoy it and reflect," she admits, thinking of the many times she had found herself on a fork in the woods, deciding what path to take into her future. "Are there any friends?" she suggests, because Peggy had left her own family behind and hadn't looked back, not able to bear their presence after Michael's death.

"Perhaps someone romantic in your life that you're interested in?" It's not the first thing she would ever suggest, but when thinking about home, now, she can't imagine that she would ever feel settled and done until she had someone she could trust to fight at her side, or back to back.