"You’re doing wonderfully, Jodi! Just keep looking at me, okay? I’m going to ask you some questions and you can answer them if you want. Where are you from? Are you from L.A.?" Jenny inquired as her free hand slipped through matted tresses of Jodi’s hair, keeping them out of her eyes and hoping that her light stroke would ease the woman a bit.

Smiling, she looked up at Papi and nodded, "You are doing wonderfully as well, Papi."

You can do surgery on me any time. She thought, blushing a moment later as she returned her attention on Jodi, speaking to her still…fearing the way the woman’s face paled. "Jodi…sweetheart…stay with us, okay?"

Shane McCutcheon & Tasha Williams

"I’m Shane," Shane replied, taking a look at the woman to her left. Next to her was a black suitcase and she figured that was as good a topic of conversation as any. "So I see you got your luggage back, huh? At least in that aspect you’re lucky, I think most people are still looking for theirs." Shane paused for a moment, shivering from the cold and wishing she could get hers back. She’d packed different kinds of clothes for all the different kinds of weather she might come across at the different places they’d be shooting down in New Zealand. It would have been so handy to have that now.

"Hey, do you need a blanket?" she asked. "I could go and ask if they’ve got one for you."

"Naw, I’m good. You look like you’re freezing though."

Tasha leaned over and opened her suitcase. The motion caused her to jar her splinted leg, and she winced. She awkwardly opened the suitcase, and pulled out her jean jacket.

"Here. You can wear this tonight. Hopefully you’ll find your stuff tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you," Shane replied and gratefully accepted the jacket. She put it on right away; it was a bit big on her but it would keep her warm. The wound in her back as well as her ribs hurt like hell when she twisted her arm to pull it into the sleeve and she groaned in pain.

Before Tasha closed the suitcase Shane caught a glimpse of a military uniform and her brows furrowed. "You’re in the army?" she asked, but it didn’t surprise her much for some reason.