Maybe this was for the best. What could they do even if they found a working stove? He didn't have a lighter. He didn't have anything at all to start a fire. Not even two dry sticks. There was bound to be furniture polish on the wood anyway. Sealants. It would be difficult to get it to ignite without actual fire.

At the sound of Zane's sigh, Mohinder pressed his hand lightly against the back of a familiar jacket between Zane's shoulder blades.

"Let's just get to sleep. There should be blankets upstsirs in one of the bedrooms." At least Mohinder was a warm body if nothing further than that but an annoyance. He turned away to head out of the kitchen only to find the door that they had come through was shut and stuck. The handle jiggled fine so it couldn't be locked but even throwing his shoulder against the door didn't make it budge. "Zane?"