You gently rap on the door and say "Excuse me ma'am. Do you need any help?". You hear the sound of many locks being undone. A frail looking old lady is showing a .22 derringer and you and looking fearful. "It's alright, I'm here to help, but can I come inside, it's kinda scary standing with my back to the hallway". She lets you in. Her name is Molly Worthy. She is 87 years old and she lives with her little dog Desmond. The dog is hiding in fear somewhere and she says she will not leave the place without it. She fixes you tea and cookies. You ask if she has any other weapons and she says her grandson is a real gun nut and he keeps some spare guns in the closet. You find a shotgun and a wall mart .22 rifle, tapped together with electrical tape. There are 18 shells for the shotgun and thirty four for the rifle.