A loud crash roused Max from her sleep. She sat up with a start and looked around quickly. She saw the woman stooping over to pick up something and the light glinted off a broken glass. Max sighed with relief and yawned, "Glad you're up. And okay." She ran a hand through her hair and stretched, her back cracking as she did so. She got up from the chair and went over to help. "I got it. You'll hurt yourself." As if to prove her point, Max picked up a rather sharp piece and sliced her finger. Good going, Max, she thought. She quickly stood the pieces in her hands and went to dispose of them in the kitchen garbage can. She pressed a towel to her finger and saw the pile of boxes near the shelves. Oh yeah. My deal with Spectre. She sighed and went over to the shelf and began to pull her books, video games, and DVDs into the boxes. It was a slow process because she only had use of the one hand.
Max was not a morning person, but she was awake so she'd have to get used to it. She yawned again, and remembered her manners. "Are you hungry? I could make some breakfast. I'm no chef, but I make some mean scrambled eggs." She ran a thumb over the leather binding of one of her favorite books. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. "The secret to my eggs is real cheese. Not that processed garbage." She slowly placed the book in a box. "I probably have some bacon left, if you're into that. And maybe some fruit. Should still be good. I got them from the farmers market only a few days ago. Do you like strawberries?" She was rambling. Distracting her mind from what she was doing so she wouldn't stress. So she wouldn't get too connected to what she was doing with things she was very fond of.