33 Apocalypse Ave., Friday Morning

Jack was in a smugly terrific mood this morning, which was almost certainly related to Emma's visit. He wasn't the type to sing before breakfast (or ever) -- but a little humming as he fussed with the coffee pot seemed not just harmless, but necessary.

Once the coffee was made, he poured a mug, went into the living room and clicked on the news. Politicians remained idiots in every world.

[OOC: For a guest first, please!]