Once she'd caught the radio broadcast (after washing her hair with a jug of water, ugh the days when things came out of the taps were the worst), Annie had debated with herself on whether she wanted to check on Danny and Steve given this whole Afghanistan thing, or whether it was none of her business and they had it handled.

Ultimately, Sunday-afternoon boredom coupled with the hope that Danny might be cooking something won out, and she headed downstairs to knock on their door. Maybe it would be nothing and she'd get to hear a fun story about an explosion or mutant spiders again.