The darkness in the room was absolute. Silence, and a… strangely comfortable feeling.
Max slowly opened his eyes.
"...Mm…"
He blinked a couple of times.
He couldn't see the ceiling. There were no windows. Not a single source of light.
"...How long did I sleep…?"
He stared into nothing for a few seconds, trying to get his bearings. But there was no way.
Was it day?
Night?
Had hours passed… or days?
"...No idea…"
He slowly sat up with a sigh.
And then—
—GRRRRRRLLLL—
His stomach growled shamelessly.
Max looked down.
"...Uh."
He placed a hand on his stomach.
"...I'm really hungry."
He stretched a little, still heavy, but much better than before. The rest had worked. He got out of bed and walked to the door.
"...I should go check on the others…"
He placed his hand on the handle and opened it slightly—
"—Oh."
Abby was on the other side. Her hand raised, about to knock. They both froze for a second.
"...Abby, hey," Max said.
Abby slowly lowered her hand.
