She huffed. Of course, Ben found a way to poke holes in her plan. Of course, he thought he foolish once again for what she believed was foolproof. "Not everywhere is against women." She added stubbornly. America, maybe, though it would be horribly ironic if she wound up there. "I can pass myself off as a widow and find a job. I'm not entirely helpless, despite what you may believe."

While she hadn't thought about where she would go, Melody spent half the night considering her skills. She could sew faster than any of her sisters, and her embroideries weren't the worst. Were she to leave, she could find work as a widowed seamstress. It was a possibility, anyway.

"It's the only out I can give you that doesn't ruin you. I can't turn back time. I can't stop myself from dosing you. Believe me, I've thought about trying to find a way to do that too." Though, after Florida Man Melody wasn't particularly willing to mess with time too much. "You said you wanted out, I'm offering you an out. I don't know how else to fix this...not after this." She held up the potion to emphasize what she was talking about. "We can't spend our lives living in resentment."