He's afraid that Wynonna's baby won't even have that chance. Their world is too dangerous as is. Lowering his gaze, Doc breathes out a sigh and falls quiet as he tidies up the mess in the corner. The kitchen has the worst damage done.

"We should salvage what we can. Bring it over to our house." Smashed dinnerware and other appliances would not repair or replenish themselves anew.

Picking up a crate, one he normally uses to ferry bottles of moonshine back and forth, he starts filling it with items still intact from the kitchen.

"I may outlive them all. It was not something I had considered too deeply, at the time."