Coffee.<br/><br/>It was the aroma that served as an alarm clock for Jenna every day.  Her coffee pot was set on a timer to brew a fresh cup of heaven for her, signaling that it was time to start the day.  As always, she awoke with a groan.  She was groggy, and as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings, she was momentarily disoriented.  This wasn't her room.  And why was it still dark?  As she shook her head, it came back to her.  She was in Alaska, and today was going to be their first full day of the experiment.  She looked at the small clock on her nightstand.  It was eight forty-seven in the morning, and although the room was still dark, she knew that outside, the sun would be shining.  The special shades blocked did their job well in blocking the light, it seemed.<br/><br/>A look around the room told her that again, Brook's bed was empty, although both guys were still in theirs.  She wasn't surprised.  Yesterday had been a long day, and she still felt tired too.  She wanted to go back to sleep, but instead, she rolled out of bed.  She'd feel guilty if she slept in while the other woman didn't.  Besides, the girl time would be nice.  She was looking forward to getting to know Brook.<br/><br/>Padding into the kitchen a few minutes later, she smiled at her new roommate.  "Good morning," she said, recognizing that the sound came out mumbled.  A morning person, Jenna was not.  "Mind if I grab some?  You're a lifesaver."<br/><br/>She poured herself a steaming cup of of the strong stuff, adding in some sugar and creamer from a canister.  She'd miss half and half, but not enough to forgo coffee.  Sitting down, she took a sip and looked at the rustic stovetop.  "You went all out with breakfast.  Thank you.  I can smell biscuits in the oven.  Do you know, I'd never had one until I moved to Texas?  It's such a southern thing.  How'd you learn to cook?"