It had gotten dark, but Jessa stayed longer than she planned to. Right now, she and Gobo were jamming out together. After a few hours, Jessa began to open up and talk more, and that's how she and Gobo ended up talking about music.

"This is what me and my Uncle Traveling Matt played before he went off into outer space."

"I thought outer space was just a legend," Jessa said to Gobo as he strummed his guitar.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," he replied while plucking a cord. "But then he took me there, and now he's out there exploring it."

Gobo began playing his guitar and singing the song that reminded him of his uncle.

"Every day the world begins again

Sunny skies or rain

Come and follow me.

Every sunrise shows me more and more

So much to explore

Come and follow me.

Every morning,

Every day,

Every evening,

Calling me away

While the sun goes round

I'll still be found

Following the sound,

Something's calling me.

When the world goes

Drifting back to bed

Memories in my head

Wonders follow me.

Every morning, Every day,

Every evening, Calling me away

Every morning, Every day,

Every evening, Calling me away."

Gobo finished as Jessa smirked approvingly.

"Very philosophical song. Who came up with it?"

"I thought Uncle Traveling Matt did, but when I asked him about it before he left, he said he didn't. The song just exists."

"Regardless, I like it."

"Thanks. What about you? Do you have any songs?"

"Nothing in particular, but I can strum a few notes if you like," Jessa said, taking out her sword.

"You can't strum on your sword." Gobo pointed out.

"I know. Watch."

Gobo watched as Jessa's sword began to glow a pale purple and shapeshift into something else. When the transformation was complete, a bass guitar appeared and landed in Jessa's lap.

"How did you do that?" Gobo asked in amazement.

"Special trick," Jessa answered before she began strumming on her bass, which sounded dark and grungy in comparison to Gobo's guitar.

He listened to her playing, impressed by the sound. After she increased the tempo, Gobo smiled. Jessa kept playing, enjoying herself.

"Gobo, Boober said it's time for dinner," Wembley said before hearing the hardcore riffs Jessa was playing.

"Hey Wembley, check this out," Gobo said to him as they watched Jessa finish up her solo.

Jessa finished off with a low twang before looking back at them.

"Cool, what song is that?" Wembley asked her.

"It's not a song. It was just a few chords I decided to strum. And Gobo played a song or two on his guitar."

"Yeah, we were jamming out together," Gobo added.

Jessa then stood up from the ground.

"I should be heading home."

"Wait, Jessa, you're not gonna stay for dinner?" Wembley asked.

Jessa glanced at him and Gobo in surprise.

"It's not invite only?" She asked somewhat sarcastically.

Boober had finished the last of his cooking while Red and Mokey sat at the table discussing her latest painting.

"I wanted to hang it on the wall, but Jessa said that it blocks the other holes."

"Why does it matter anyway?" Red asked her. "Those holes are vacant."

"So now the painting is on the ceiling, so when we lay down we can stare up at it."

"Oh."

Boober couldn't help but smile when hearing Jessa's name. A mental image of her appeared in his head, Jessa's long black hair flowing and a smile on her face. Boober could feel himself blushing, but he tried to not think about Jessa too much to prevent his tail from wagging. It was bad enough that the guys had already witnessed it, so the last thing Boober needed was his female friends giving him grief about it. He then sighed, wishing she would stay for dinner.

"Gee, I wonder where Gobo and Wembley are," Mokey inquired.

"I don't know, but they better get here or the food is going to spoil," Boober said just as he heard Gobo's voice.

"But I'm telling you Jessa, outer space is real!"

"Gobo, just because you say it's real doesn't mean that it is. That's like saying I took down a gorg."

Boober blushed furiously when hearing his crush talk.

"Boober, why is your face all red?" Mokey asked in concern.

"Hey, we're here!" Wembley announced as he entered the room first.

"Good, you're just in time," Mokey replied, her attention shifting from Boober entirely.

"Yeah, I'm starving," Red added.

"Get this," Gobo began. "Jessa here doesn't believe in outer space."

"Thanks for outing me as a nonbeliever, pastor," Jessa replied with annoyance.

"Gobo, maybe you could take Jessa there with you the next time your Uncle Matt sends you a postcard," Mokey suggested.

"What?" Jessa asked.

"Good, then that means I don't have to go," Boober said while setting the food on the table.

"You're not off the hook, Boober," Gobo said to him.

"This is off-topic, but Jessa, where did you get that guitar?" Red asked her.

Jessa glanced at her sword still in its instrument form.

"It's not a guitar," she answered before holding it up.

Before Red could object, Jessa's bass guitar emitted the same purple light and began shape-shifting back into a sword. Boober whimpered nervously while watching it happen. Once the shape took place, the purple light disappeared.

"It's just my sword," Jessa said while sliding it back into her holster and sitting down.

Boober's tail began wagging again as he blushed. Jessa didn't notice this time as she was too busy eating. He watched her while everyone else chatted about their day and ate. Boober then wondered how anyone could be so intimidating and so beautiful at the same time. Jessa was lovely, but also frightening. Although she had saved both him and Gobo, there was something about this girl that radiated intensity. Boober watched as Jessa ate her food, not providing much (if any) to the conversations going around the table. She did listen from time to time, but she mostly either zoned out or played with her sword. Jessa was debating on leaving immediately after finishing her meal when she caught Boober staring at her, his cheeks red from blushing.

"What?" She asked him in confusion.

Boober turned away shyly, his face even redder. Jessa gave him a confused frown before shrugging it off.

"Jessa," Gobo began as she turned to listen. "Tomorrow you, Boober and I go to outer space to see if my Uncle Traveling Matt sent me anything."

"Sure, why don't we start building a rocket right now," Jessa replied sarcastically.

"You won't be saying that when you finally see it in person."

Boober turned back to Jessa, who reclined in her chair. Why was it so hard to initiate a conversation with her?! Though he had never been much of a social butterfly to begin with. He was always timid and reserved. He was always the strange Fraggle who enjoyed laundry and cooking over fun and games. The two things he liked were the things that other Fraggles were disinterested in. So with that being said, Boober wasn't sure if Jessa would be interested in him. Someone so brave and hardcore like her, and someone so… cowardly like him.

Jessa took her leave after supper, but not before thanking Boober for cooking the food. He blushed in response while watching her walk back to the Terrible Tunnel. As he washed up the dishes later on, he couldn't help but worry about Jessa's well-being in such a dangerous place. Boober hoped she made it back home safely, wherever her home was. But if Jessa didn't show up for the weekly outer space trip tomorrow, then he had every reason to worry. What if something killed her in the night? She did live in the Terrible Tunnel after all. Then again, he had seen Jessa murder the plant that tried to eat Gobo. Thinking about how this didn't affect her whatsoever made Boober's tail wag once again. It was almost as if she didn't care. But maybe she was used to facing danger 24/7.

Boober finished up the last of the dishes and headed to his hole. Even after settling into his bed, he still thought of Jessa. A sigh escaped from his mouth as he clutched his pillow. Boober knew for a fact that he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. Not while the events of today ran through his head. Still, he managed to doze off and before he knew it, he was asleep.

Jessa was now a couple of miles from the Fraggle territory, far away enough that she could teleport into her home without anyone seeing her. She stepped in front of the invisible shield and pressed her palm on it before fading into it. On the other side lay Jessa's home, which was a dojo house. The atmosphere around it was nothing like the Terrible Tunnel. No hostile creatures waiting to be slaughtered. No dark spooky caves. No creepy noises lurking about. Just a grassy hillside and a slow-flowing river reflecting the moonlight in the peaceful night sky along with a large lake. Spring flowers poked their heads up as the sounds of nocturnal critters made noise. Aside from the forest that was a mile away from her house, the only nearby tree was a Sakura tree and there wasn't any civilization beyond her residence, but Jessa didn't mind. Past the forest were huge mountains with snow on top of them that provided her with natural spring water. The dojo was dark but lit up when Jessa stepped on the porch. The warm soft white light glowed a good distance from the house. Jessa then held out her sword as it morphed into a house key so she could unlock her door. Once inside, she held out her hand to light her fireplace. Her eyes glowed red and three fireballs shot out of her palm and straight onto the big thick log, causing it to flare up in flames. Jessa smiled and sighed calmly, sliding her door shut and extending her hands forward to warm herself. At least she didn't have to cook supper since she ate the food Boober had made. Not that she did much of that anyway. Up until then, Jessa lived off of whatever she managed to pick and hunt down. While it resulted in a few malnutritions here and there, she lost a lot of weight eating nothing but scraps. But because of a secret she kept, the malnutritions were only about as effective as a placebo. With that in mind, Jessa looked down at her body. Her arms were lean and somewhat muscular, but her skin lacked a certain glow. Same with her legs and torso. She couldn't tell with her face even though she had a mirror. But she was too lazy to get up from in front of her fireplace to look. Instead, she went to her fridge and pulled out a Yamazaki 50 Year Old Single Malt. Being a hermit with a not-so-pleasant past, Jessa had a bunch of alcohol stashed in her dojo. After opening the bottle, she sipped on the beverage while walking outside to enjoy the view of the moon.

"At least there will be more on my agenda," she told herself before drinking more of her Yamazaki Malt.

Fireflies levitated around her, and Jessa smiled at their presence. This would be a good night to get wasted, but Jessa had already agreed to accompany Gobo and Boober. Sighing, Jessa sat down in the grass and drank her beverage.

"Nice moon," she said to nobody in particular.

Jessa then sat the Yamazaki Malt down and lay in the grass on her back, holding out her fingers for fireflies to land on.

"If I don't get to kill something tomorrow, I'm gonna be disappointed."