"No, I'm not having you leave, Jack, next thing I know a hundred years'll have passed and I'll have another hormonal companion to deal with. We're better off together."

He banged on the door again.

"Bea, don't be stupid! You know you can't sort this out on your own!"

Suddenly, there was a quiet click, and the door to the cell slid open.

"Easier than I thought," he said, quietly. "The storm must be getting worse, it's frightening her."