<span style="font-weight: bold">Jack Firewood-Basement</span><br/><br/>Jack opened the door to the basement and walked downstairs. He turned on the light and looked around. It was dusty and the light didn't shed much light into the area. He walked over towards a pile of boxes and sat down. He had arranged the boxes into a makeshift desk. He sat down and pulled out a booklet of paper. The booklet had a list of every thing they had planned, found and thought up. He was constantly looking for something that could help him escape from the house.<br/><br/>Jack felt a chill and put more fire into the fireplace. After arranging it just right he sat back down and looked at the newest page. He was going to build something to possibly smash the windows. They weren't regular windows. They were solid built. He had already tried to smash them with a hammer and a few other items. Nothing worked so far. This machine was hopefully going to change that. The hard part was going to make it with only stuff he could find in the house.<br/><br/>Jack turned when he heard the door opened, relaxing a bit when the blonde walked in.  She had a plate with toast on it and was threatening to stay there until he ate them.  He gave off a small gruff and put out his hand to take the plate. He had learned that his woman was quite the mother figure and would keep to her word about bothering him.<br/><br/>As he grabbed the plate she started talking to herself. He had learned that she would do this every now and then. He ignored it, and her, and turned around, focusing on his book. After he heard her leave he put the plate of toast aside, grabbed his coffee and took a sip, thinking of what he could use to create his device.