Jules sat on Marty's bed holding his knees tightly to his chest. He sighed as he pressed his face against his knees. Marty sat beside him, gently stroking his back in comfort. Jules whined and rested his head on Marty's shoulder, the cut around his eye was red and sore looking. At this point everyone realized it wasn't going away.

"T-thanks for letting me stay M-Martin…"

"It's no problem Jules, I'm just glad you're all right."

To Jules it felt like Marty was the only one who cared. There was a knock on the door, startling both of them.

"Who's there?" Marty asked.

"It's me." Jennifer called from the other side.

"Come in!" Marty called. Jennifer came in and sat next to Jules.

"How are you holding up?" She asked gently.

"I-I-I'm feeling dreadful." Jules sighed. Jennifer frowned and gently stroked his back in comfort.

"I'm sorry." She said, frowning. "I want you to know I'm here for you too."

Jules hugged her and allowed himself to cry as she and Marty comforted. "T-t-thank you...b-b-both of you…"

"You're welcome." Marty said, stroking his hair. "We'll always be here for you."

"Th-thank you…" Jules sniffled. There was silence as they all sat there snuggled together. Jules felt safe, and happy for the first time since Verne left. Squished between the two of them his eyes slowly shut and he fell asleep.