"Color me surprised if the bunker is still standing when we get back," she murmurs, watching Sam exit the kitchen and listening as he plays referee for a moment. Jess doesn't mean to be skeptical, not really. She understands the position they are all in (for the most part). She just wonders how much is too much for someone like Gadreel whose real freedom in the past several millennia has been Eden and the present.

Still, as soon as Sam reunites with her and Gabriel, and they make sure the oven's turned off (because it's what you do), they're off to Havana. The brightly painted classic cars; the gorgeous beaches. The music drifting on the air. The Havana Jessica remembers has changed somewhat since they'd been there before, but the spirit feels similar.

The breeze tousles her blonde curls and she breathes in the sea air with a smile, turning to face her soulmates. "Perfecto."