Murphy couldn't understand why she had never been outside. She may be on earth, but never leaving the lighthouse meant she was no different from him, and the others on the Ark. Before they got here they had never experienced real air, or sunlight, never ran through the forest, or went for a swim. She was just as trapped as he had been, living in a metal prison and never experiencing real life. Yeah, it was dangerous on earth and people died along the way, but it was worth it. He'd take the danger that earth had if he never had to be locked up on that space station again.

"What do you mean you've never been outside?" he asks.

"Well, my parents had been so scared that someone would find us here, and try to take the lighthouse from us so only my father ever went outside. My mother and I stayed in here where it's safe. I mean it's not like they told me I wasn't allowed to go outside or anything, we just decided it would be better if I just stayed in here." She says defensively.

"What about when your parents left and didn't come back?" She looks away and he didn't mean for that to sound so insensitive, but he needed to make her believe that going outside wasn't all bad. He wondered if he could even convince her to go outside at all or if she'd be too scared.

"I had thought about it. Just going outside to explore…but then I decided it wasn't worth it. I have it good here, going out there alone? That would foolish. Especially since I've never been out there and don't know what to expect."

Murphy was starting to feel annoyed about this because he knows what it's like to be confined, and he would have done anything to get out. Taryn would do anything to just stay in. "You can't stay trapped in here you're whole life. What do you do in here all day?"

"I take care of the house, I keep busy. I go up to the greenhouse and preserve the food. Clean up if anything is messy or dirty. We've got a ton of old movies…I usually watch one or two a day. I exercise, there's a machine downstairs."

"So you just repeat the same routine every day? Don't you get sick of it all? Don't you ever wanna just say fuck it and leave?" Murphy stands up and walks around the counter to stand in front of her now.

"I know you suspect that I'm simply too scared to leave John, but that's not it. How can I be afraid of something I've never seen? I don't leave because, I don't want to die. In here, I live. Out there, I die" Taryn was scared though, of Alie, and of all the unknown things that existed out there.

"But you don't have to stay." He tries to convince her and worries it might be pointless. She seems so set in her decision to not go outside. That's probably because she's had years to consider it.

"Don't I? You said it was dangerous out there, that people died along the way. You've been out there; you know better than I the dangers that are there. I have a good life in here."

"You think you do because you've never known anything different. There's nothing wrong with having this place be your home, but wouldn't you like to go outside once in a while and experience something?"

"No, I wouldn't. And you'd be smart to not go out either." She starts walking out of the room. "I have things to do John. You're welcome to use anything in the house."

Taryn goes downstairs to exercise. That always helps her get rid of her stress and anxiousness. She really wished John wouldn't go outside or try to convince her too. She couldn't bear being alone again. She didn't want to admit that to him either, although he probably already knew. This lighthouse was her home for her entire life and she couldn't just leave, even if it was to go outside for a few hours.

Murphy watched her leave the room and decides he'll leave her alone for now. He'll talk to her about going outside again later. For now he goes to explore some more of the house. Downstairs he sees a room with a closed door. Taryn seems to keep most of the bedroom doors open, why not this one? He doesn't ask himself whether he should open it, she did say he could use anything he wanted. He goes to turn the doorknob but it doesn't open. Why would she keep this door locked?

He's a criminal, and he knows how to pick a lock. He bends down and starts working his knife on the lock, it only takes a minute and the lock clicks. He pushes the door open and reaches for the light switch.

Inside there's all sorts of mechanical parts, from cars and other old machines. This stuff should have been destroyed a long time ago, Murphy thought. There's something covered by an old ripped sheet. He reaches to uncover it but is startled by her voice.

"How did you get in here?" Taryn asks him accusingly.

Murphy turns around, "Sorry, I…" he suddenly feels bad for snooping in her privacy. He didn't even think about it while he was doing it. Didn't even consider whether he should or shouldn't look in the room. "I didn't mean to look through your things, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I forgot to tell you not to come in here."

"What is all this stuff?" Murphy knows he shouldn't ask, she must have locked the door for a reason.

She has to look away. "It's just, some of my dad's stuff. I'd like it if you could stay out of this room. You can use anything else in the house, you can have my room if you like it better…just, please…don't come in here."

Taryn isn't comfortable with him touching her dad's things. She liked John, and she trusted him already. Despite that, the pain of her parents never coming back still bothered her. So she locked away her dad's things hoping to not have to deal with that pain.

"Okay, yeah sorry." He walks out and she turns to close the door. He can't help but wonder what her dad was using all that stuff for though. He starts down the hall and she follows but grabs his arm and turns him around.

"Hey, I'm sorry, it's just I'm not used to having anyone else around. I don't like to look at my dad's things; it's too much of a reminder that I'm alone." She confesses.

"You're not alone anymore."

That smirk again, he's going to kill me with that. Taryn thinks. "Thank you. I should re-bandage your arm. Is it hurting?"

No one has ever cared about him enough to be concerned about the injuries he'd gotten on earth. Even after the grounders tortured him, not one of the 100 was there to care about what they did to him. Her concern makes him feel cared about, and he likes that, "Yeah, it hurts a bit but I've had worse."

"Alright, well come on." Taryn smiles at him again, she just can't stop. Being alone doesn't give you much of a reason to smile, but John does.

When they get to the medical room Murphy sits on the same chair as before while Taryn gets the bandages ready.

Taryn goes over to him and notices he has a long sleeve shirt on, he'll have to take it off so she can tend to his arm. She's only ever seen a shirtless boy in the movies she's watched, so she feels awkward asking him to remove it, "Umm…"

He knows what she needs him to do and he smirks at her again. She's really starting to love and hate that devilish smirk. He stares at her with those intense blue eyes for a moment and then takes his shirt off.

Her chest tightens and her gaze instantly goes to his abs. She blushes and turns away so he doesn't see her reddened face. She hears him chuckle and feels embarrassed.

"Uh, okay let's make sure this isn't infected," she says still not looking at anything but his arm.

"Hey," Murphy says in a low soothing voice.

"Hey, what's up?" Taryn's eyes are fixed on his wound so she doesn't look at his torso. She doesn't think she'll be able to look away if she does. She's never seen a boy up close like this and she feels like she could stare at his abs and chest muscles forever and never get tired of them.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed—"

She cuts him off finishing the bandage and cleaning up, turning her back to him, "What? Why would I be embarrassed?"

"Because you want to look at me with my shirt off, you've never seen a naked guy before and you're curious. I get it; it's nothing to be embarrassed about." He thinks about how innocent she is. She's never gone outside, and never been around anyone but her parents. There are a lot of things she hasn't seen and experienced. He silently decides he will show her all of those things.

"N-no. I'm not embarrassed or curious; I was just respecting you, by not looking." She is hoping he will believe that lie. She is very curious about what he looks like, and what his muscles would feel like if she ever got the chance to touch them.

"Okay, then turn around." There's a tone in his voice that says he knows he's right, and wants to prove it. She hears him get up from the chair.

Taryn audibly sighs and turns around.