It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive. - Terry Pratchett

She got on with her education. In her opinion, school kept on trying to interfere with it.

She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do.
And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find
herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.

Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon...