Carver's eyes remained closed as he listened dimly to the voices in the outer room.  He had been awake for a bit, coming awake slowly.  He hadn't heard all of the conversations, but he heard the voices of the three others chatting idly.<br/><br/>Later, in his journal, Carver would state that there this brief moment, hearing the others talk together, gave him a momentary pang for his family.  The sound of his parents talking had always lulled him to sleep back home.  This sound, while different for many reasons, was similar enough to spark that nostalgic moment.<em>It drove home what could happen...and made me realize I honestly was missing that.</em>he would jot down.<br/><br/>Carver slid from his bed and stretched.  In the privacy of the room, he quickly disrobed and put on a warm shirt and pants.  It would be a bit chilly still, but the springtime would warm quickly.  He was making a quick inventory of what needed to be done.<br/><br/><em>Fence, sensors, pens, planting, water table assessment</em>he repeated to himself.  He picked up the jacked at the foot of his bed and was in the process of pulling it on when he paused.<br/><br/>Later, he would describe the moment.<em>I was all set to just walk past them and head outside.  I had stuff I had to do.  Basically, I'm running what amounts to be a farm/ranch.  There's always work to be done.  But, I was stopped by their voices.  Their conversation.  The sound of them.  Suddenly, I didn't feel the need to be outside just yet.</em><br/><br/>He slipped the jacket over an arm and moved to the door.  He slipped into the main room, closing the bedroom door behind him.  He smiled at each of the others, wondering for a moment if he looked like a freak since he was already dressed to go out.  He moved over to the rest of them and slid into a vacant seat.  He smiled at each of them.<br/><br/>"Got to get the farm working," he said with a chuckle.  "After all, I'd rather you all not starve due to my negligence."<br/><br/>He poured a cup.  "So, everyone slept well, I hope."