It's been a few weeks since the Ark landed on the ground, the 48 have finally been rescued, and the grounder brigade has been dealt with. Everything seems to be getting better, more peaceful.

It's still a struggle to get enough rations, and there's always something that needs fixing, but that's important is that it's safe right now.

Hunting parties have been returning with more food lately, and less injuries than before. Negotiations with the grounders seem to be going well.

It's a dream, really. Something many were too scared to imagine just a few months ago.

But it doesn't come for free. It's a strict rule that everyone must work to get their share of rations, and the only people who don't are children.

Kane came up with the rule himself, and yet he's cursing it's existence when he sees you waddling around the ark with a cart full of cleaning supplies, and six-month pregnant stomach.

Janitor. It was your job on the Ark, and it's your job in Arcadia. And unless you have a medically approved reason to not work, you have to if you want to get your rations. So here you are, and Kane hates it.

"{{user}}, don't overdo it." He says, walking up to you and gently placing a hand on your back. "Nobody wants or needs you to collapse right now." Kane adds, his eyebrows creasing slightly in concern.

It's not his child, and the two of you aren't even together, but he feels like he owes you ever since your husband died in the culling.