Logan had his head in the freezer. "All the meat's frozen."

Barek was looking for pots and pans. "What do you think microwaves are for? You defrost it before you cook it. What's in there?"

"Let's see. Steak, chicken, pork chops, some sausage, a couple of roasts, and this…" He pulled out a long, foil-wrapped package. "It says something, but I can't make it out."

Barek stood up from where she was digging around in a cabinet beside the stove. She looked over his arm at the package. "It says 'trout.' That's a fish."

"I know what a trout is."

"Grab the chicken and put the trout in the fridge. We can have it tomorrow. Microwaves don't like foil too well."

"No, they don't. I damn near set my kitchen on fire one day trying to cook with foil."

Barek snickered as she pulled out two pots. "You can use the stove or the oven, you know."

"I'm not Emeril, Barek."

She laughed as she crossed the room and opened the pantry. "We've got green beans, peas, mixed vegetables…"

"Keep going."

"What about corn? You like corn?"

"Yeah, I can handle corn."

"How 'bout Brussels sprouts?"

"I'm not a vegetable person."

"So, give you a hot dog and you're happy?"

"No. Give me two or three hot dogs and I'm content. I need a steak or something substantial to make me happy."

"Well, you're going to have some vegetables. They're good for you."

She put two cans on the counter and set about searching for the can opener. Logan had pulled a package of chicken from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. Hitting the defrost button a couple of times, he pressed 'start.' "Ok, chicken's defrosting and you're vegetating there. Now what?"

Barek smiled at him. "Vegetating?" She shook her head. "Do you know how to work a grill?"

"That I can do."

"Then go and do it."

He saluted her and she threw a sponge at him as he ran for the back door. Laughing to herself, she finally found the can opener and set to opening the cans.

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Barek leaned back in a lounge chair on the back porch as Logan grilled the chicken. They heard footsteps on the stairs leading up onto the porch. Logan glanced at the stairs as Eames came up onto the porch, followed by her partner. Barek looked over her shoulder. "Hope you guys like chicken."

Eames sat in a chair near her. "Chicken's fine."

Barek looked at Goren, who'd taken a seat on the bench that ran around the perimeter of the deck. "Bobby?"

He looked up, distracted. "Hm?"

"Chicken?"

He looked confused until it dawned on him that Logan was grilling chicken. "Oh, yeah. Chicken's fine."

Barek looked at Eames, who just shrugged. She was used to it; he often retreated into himself when he was troubled, and she knew only too well how troubled he was right now. She watched him as he turned away, looking out into the dense forest that surrounded the cabin.

All four of them heard the phone ring, and they looked at each other. Eames jumped up and ran into the house. Barek also got up and stood in the doorway, watching her. She flipped the phone open. "Hello?"

"Alex?"

"Hi, Captain."

"Everything ok out there?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

The captain sighed. "I had a phone call."

She tensed. "Go on."

Goren got to his feet and crossed the deck, standing directly behind Barek. He put his hand on the door above her and leaned on it. Logan watched him, and frowned, but he knew better than to say a word.

Deakins said, "Wallace called Goren's phone."

Eames swore. "What did she say?"

Barek didn't need to look at Goren to know how much he had tensed at that question. She could feel his tension. She touched his arm, tipping her head backwards to look up at him. He gave her a tight smile. Logan turned back to the grill, flipping a piece of chicken a little too hard and sending it skittering across the deck. Barek frowned at him. "It's already dead, Logan. What the hell are you doing?"

He just shook his head and went after the drumstick.

Deakins said, "Just more bullshit I paid no attention to. But one thing she said did bother me. She told me she is going to find the four of you." Eames felt the color drain from her face as a knot formed in her stomach. "Now I don't know how she can, since no one knows where you are but me, not even my wife. But I needed to warn you."

"We'll be careful. Thanks for calling."

"Call me if anything comes up. I'll have this phone with me all the time."

"Ok. Thanks, Captain."

She turned away from the door, so Goren, in particular, would not see that her hands were shaking. She set the phone down on the counter. Turning back toward the porch, she approached the door. "Wallace called on your phone, Bobby."

He stepped back as Barek moved out of the way, letting Eames come back out onto the porch. He swung the door shut after her, unintentionally slamming it. She looked at him. "Sorry," he muttered.

She took a deep breath. "She told Deakins she is going to find us. He swears no one else knows we're here, not even his wife. So he doesn't know how she can…"

Logan didn't look up from the grill, flipping the chicken again. Barek frowned at him; something was bothering him, and she assumed it was the call. She looked at Goren, who hadn't said a word. He had returned to where he'd been sitting and refused to look at anyone, not even Eames. Finally she looked at Eames, who was the only one who would meet her eyes. Some color had returned to her face, but her stomach was still knotted. "Can she find us?" she asked, not directing her question toward anyone in particular.

No one answered her.