"I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?" 

Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter. 

"Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day." 

It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.