Jonathan sighed and stared at Monet, who shifted uncomfortably. This whole situation was overwhelming for her, and she questioned if it was just some sick joke. She had a gut feeling, though, that it wasn't a prank. They were really stuck. "Do you think they're gonna find a way out?" She asked her brother, who was still looking at her with a frown. He just shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly, he stood up from the table and stretched his arms.
"I'm gonna get some coffee, want some?" He asked her. She shook her head no and he walked away.