Jason was learning to fall asleep despite the cold that always permeated their cell. The cold, the noise, the uncomfortable slab that was supposed to somehow be a bed...he had to be able to tune them all out: if he couldn't manage to lose himself to sleep quickly enough, he wouldn't get any sleep. Not with their checks throughout the night or any of the other discomforts that chased sleep away from him.

He was still cold as he stood in Khem's empty shop. Either someone had left a door open or there was a draft coming in from somewhere. He'd have to check that: he didn't want to risk a draft getting to the greenhouse and killing any of Khem's plants. He blew on his icy hands. Ok, first he was going to make some coffee or tea or whatever was down here; anything to warm him up a little so he could think about more than just being cold. He wasn't even going to try to fumble around for the lights because as soon as he'd thought of it, the electric kettle was in front of him.