The lower Jack sank, the louder the noise: the Things on the floor were chattering and clattering and clinking and rustling, until the sound was almost deafening.
If I had a really hard workout, then the next day of course I'd be sore, but I'd also sometimes feel this catching or popping or creaking every now and then in my knee.
Because, listen, menopausal grandmothers with creaky hips don't usually discover that they're next in a long line of powerful women protecting the world from dark mages.