Dinner goes well, even if there is a mini food-fight with flour and pepper that results in her shooing both Sam and Gabriel out to set the table. "I know you can manage that. I hope."

Nighttime fades into day, which eventually turns into the next week. Cabin fever was starting to settle in, and stir-crazy was only the icing on the cake for Jessica. It was getting harder to find a place to hide out for a while that wasn't already taken by someone else. As spacious as the bunker was, seeing the same seven people almost day after day could really grate at nerves. Autumn was starting to make a path for Winter, and good lord if they didn't get out of there before the worst of it hit, they would kill each other. Eventually.

Jessica is grumping over dinner and the chill in the bunker. "I wanna go back to Havana," she mumbles to herself.