And so the months passed. Summer turned to fall, and the weather began to cool down. The sunny warm days were replaced with cloudy overcast and grey windy days, and soon enough the signs of birds migrating north began to be seen on a regular basis.
Zack kept himself occupied working for people in the village, mostly repairing whatever they had that was broken. It kept him entertained, but it did nothing for his homesickness. He returned to the house in the village at the end of the day with whatever food he could find in the surrounding area, but even that was beginning to become scarce. He also worried about Maria, her overall mood bothered him.
He walked back to the house later that evening, carrying a small bag of of corn he had stolen from a farm many miles away. There was barely any food for sale left in the village so he had resorted to stealing whatever he could find. He dumped the bag on the floor and headed into Maria’s bedroom area, looking for her.
“I’m back… how are you?”