For most of her life, she'd never stayed in one place long enough to call it home. Always on the move, whether it was for work or for her survival. Jessica had learned early on not to get attached to anything, not to hope for a bit of normalcy because her life was made up of anything but. But as she wandered the quiet comfort of her apartment, collected little fragments of this life she'd built here with Wanda, a life too good to be true, she realized she'd gone against her own rules. Things she would have found trivial back then didn't seem so now.
Looking down at the framed picture she had in her hand, Jessica ambled into the kitchen. She figured it wouldn't be too much longer before Wanda got back, and so she pulled out an unopened bottle of red wine and a pair of glasses, a small, rueful smile on her face. The plan had been to save this for an especially special occasion, such as if either of them ever got laid (she snorted and shook her head). Unless Wanda had gone off to accomplish that, it still seemed a good time as any to open it up. It wasn't everyday that the world ended. Just as she'd uncorked the bottle and began to pour, she heard the door open and looked up. Just in time.