Ripley's POV

The room seemed so bright. Too bright. She was sweltering. Had she awoken on the surface of the sun?

A cool, wet rag was draped across her forehead.

Where was Jake?

She shifted in bed. How long had she napped for?

"Rip?" Jake's voice sounded weak, nervous, distant.

"Jake," Ripley mumbled.

He was at her side in an instant. "What do you need, Rip? Are you hungry, thirsty?"

Ripley nodded weakly. "In your fridge, there's a pitcher of ...