I headed to the break room, only three hours left and not a single threat. Keith and I might actually get out of here at a decent time. I stepped inside to find Keith sitting at the table drinking a Pepsi. He got up and handed me one. "Hi," he said.

"Hi, thanks honey." I kissed him softly. I then opened the Pepsi and took a drink. "Today's been quiet."

"Yeah it has, it's been nice." He put his arms around me.

"You think the terrorists took a break and decided to let us get married?"

"They must've got the memo I sent out."

I laughed. "A memo? Think they'll listen?"

"I hope so." He paused and smiled as he looked at me. "So, if we get out of here when we are supposed to, how about a dinner and a movie?"

"Sounds perfect," I put the soda down and put my arms around his neck. "Or take out, a rented movie and a night in."

"Also good," he said. "Now what to do to get me through the rest of the day full of paperwork and reports?"

"A candy bar is a good pick me up."

"Nah."

"You could play a prank on Jeff and Pete again."