It is unfortunate how all perfect moments come to an end. And how tense they both become not for reasons of previous activity but because of the situation they've now found themselves in.

Like Bart, Jenny too has begun looking for exists. She doesn't recognise the aliens, but she does recognise their manner. Military or police or something of that sort. Whatever is going on, it isn't good.

"Do you see one?" she whispers, eyes darting around. "Has to be some way out."