Well, there was a cache left over from whatever poor soul tried to live here before them, hidden in pockets of one or two cans all around the place. Jack knows this because he ate most of them when he first got here. But, uh, there might be a few left?

He noses around a bit further, checking in trashcans and behind bits of rubble that he doesn't think he's searched before. The whole optician's shop is in a bad way, so there are a lot of hiding places.

And then, in the bathroom, he finds two sealed tins inside a stack of broken spectacles. Jackpot!

One of them is beans. The other one is peaches.

Holy shit. Peaches.

Holy shit.

Moral choice: give Sinclair a well-rounded breakfast, or eat some actual genuine real delicious peaches?







A few minutes later Jack emerges from the bathroom, and tosses a tin to Sinclair, looking pleased with himself.

"I found some beans!"