Joanna and Jane are in the final stages of a feast. While the two are enjoying gulping up the last remaining tinies, Brooke listens to the sounds of Jane's packed stomach and to the people that are about to be digested within it. She finds it always thrilling to hear how the general mumbling of the tinies is replaced by a collective cry out shortly before the arrival of newcomers. While Brooke tries to make out single words, her gaze turns to her small captive. "You'll be the last one who will be eaten by Jane today", she tells him with a cheeky smile on her face. "Its quite packed in there - I hope that your people will make you some room when you arrive, little one."