User blog comment:Kittyfire/Random Topic Blogging!/@comment-3006892-20111226054409/@comment-3006892-20111227173706

Okay, here's the idea: If you were an alien-raised person with no sense of what's right and wrong in a human society, had nothing to sleep in but a drafty old spaceship, were chased by people with both malicious and non-malicious intentions pretty much daily, had to scrounge and scrape for food and still only get to eat about once every few days, do all this in the winter, and, on top of it all, never seem to get any closer to the family you were sent to this planet to find, your will to stay alive would probably drain away pretty fast, correct? Well, the only thing that really kept Jessie going was knowing that her brother (Yes, her whole family, but she was really thinking about her brother) was out there, was very close at hand, and her odds of finally being loved were now the highest they'd ever been. Well, take away Ferb, and you take away that thought. So, as Bobbi would have put it:

"Eventually that pocketknife she'd been using to cut the ice from the door to keep it from freezing started to look real friendly..."