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Oh my God, so do I. And Facebook. I really miss Facebook.

Yes! Email...hell, just the internet in general. And my laptop.

[Pauses and chuckles.] God. we're dorks.

[she laughs and shakes her head, ducking it as she brushes her hand through her hair.]

Dude. Hot. Showers. I miss hot showers! There's nothing dorky about that, right? Microwaves too.

Oh yeah! No, there's absolutely nothing dorky about that! I might actually miss that more now that I think about it.

I wonder if we could rig something up like a shower. Maybe heat the water over the fire and put it in something with a holes, hang it up somewhere. Or would that just be too much work?

[she thinks about it and then smirks] I bet we could talk the guys into rigging it up.

[Grins back] You think? [Thinks] Yeah, Shane or Dale might do it but how do we convince them?

[she shrugs and then laughs again, keeping it pitched quietly] Um...tell them girls are gonna be showering? I mean, that seems like a pretty good incentive to a guy. Maybe Shane. I think Dale's too nice for that sort of thing.

[Jokes] If that's the route we're going maybe we should try our feminine wiles on Glen too.

No, Dale would just help us to be nice. Shane I could see saying it's a waste of time. [Shrugs] Maybe if we got Lori to ask him.

[That gets her to lean back and she wrinkles her nose.] Oh yeah. I'm totally going to work my feminine wiles in a sweatshirt and dirty jeans. Oooh la la!

[She nods and sighs.] Maybe. I'd just...love a shower. I feel so grubby all the time.

[Laughs] Hey, beggars can't be choosers. God, seriously I can't actually imagine doing that...and having it work. I think I'm better off sticking with begging.

I know what you mean. Sometimes I just want to jump in the quarry but I don't want to scare off any fish.

Ha! God, it's so true. [leaning in, she raises an eyebrow] Imagine if these were the last men on Earth...

I know. It seems like we've run out of everything soap related.

Oh my god, shut up! [Amy is torn between laughing at the idea and being horrified at the very thought] Oh, that's mean. They're not that bad.

[Amy pauses, really letting the idea sink in before shaking her head.] No, there's got to be other people out there, surviving like us. Maybe it's not so bad in other places.

No, no no! I didn't mean that. [she giggles, unable to help herself] I mean, yeah, they're not bad, but it's not exactly like there's a big pool to choose from.

[She hums and nods] You gotta think, like, rich people? They must have some private island somewhere...

Yeah and maybe some people in the military or the government. Maybe even in some other countries. It couldn't have gotten everywhere.