Eight looks up at him with hopeful eyes, not quite believing that he would still want to be with her after everything. "I'd like that," she whispers. "Thank you."

With a sigh of relief, they rise from the couch and head toward the basement together, hand in hand. The weight of the storm may hang over their heads, but for now, at least they have each other to keep them warm.

Eight's heart leaps into her throat as she sees the headline flash across Andy's screen. For a moment, hope surges through her again before reality sets in. They can't go outside; they have to stay here together for days on end. But as she looks up at him, she realizes that maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all.

"Well," she says with a shy smile, "I guess we should make the most of it."