Sam was having a good dream. This was unusual for her, at least lately; she either didn't dream at all or had vague, unsettling dreams about losing the baby and fighting with Jack. But this one was very nice, although she couldn't make out much of it other than being in a warm, cozy bed under layers of quilts
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"Sleep a little longer?"
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"Jack," she said, prodding him in the shoulder. "Wake up and look at this."
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"It's your cabin, Jack. We're at your cabin in Minnesota."
She'd never been there with snow on the ground, but she recognized it well enough. Instead of the cluster of New Atlantis huts outside the window, there were trees and snow and an iced-over pond she was pretty sure didn't have any fish in it.
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"Well, if it was gonna send us home, why here, you think?"
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Jack's mouth was already watering at the idea of eggs and thick-cut bacon, homemade hashbrowns and plenty of strong coffee. He was pretty easy to please.
"I'll cook."
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She was pretty sure this was really Jack, but she'd learned not to take anything to do with island shenanigans at face value.
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He wanted to embrace it and have fun with it, if he could, because he had no idea when the bottom was gonna fall out.
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"What do you think is going on?" she asked after a minute. "With this, I mean. Do you think we're home, or...?"
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