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DAY 59: CAFETERIA
Billy surfaced into wakefulness. Sleep receded like an inky tide, and it didn't say anything to him before it was gone. His dreams had been nothing but the sensation of water, rocking him restlessly in his bottle. There seemed to be an ocean beyond his confines, but he couldn't see it and couldn't reach it. He pawed at the glass, but any progress
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While Woody liked to think he could hold his own if push came to shove, this just wasn't any place for a toy.
As for the question, he wished he could give a good answer, like that he'd been exploring, that he was on the verge of finding a way out here. Woody hesitated, uncertain of how much he even wanted to share with Rita.
"I, uh...went looking for a buddy of mine last night," he finally said. A lot of good that had done him. Then again, Woody knew he ought to be grateful something bigger hadn't tried to munch on him and Ippo. "He wasn't anywhere in Doyleton, and then there's this, this..." He gestured with his hands as he tried to articulate what happened to him. "...gap in my memory, like I'd been asleep awhile."
Then, his expression changed, as though something just occurred to him. "Wait a minute," he said, eyes narrowing in thought. "When was that Doyleton trip, anyway?"
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Just as Rita thought, it really wasn't a good idea to get too close to people in the institute. It was hard to keep track of friends, and there was no telling when someone might disappear. Better to keep everyone at an arm's length. She wouldn't get hurt that way.
Woody's next question was an odd one, but Rita replied promptly, almost as if showing off how organized her own thoughts were. "Three days ago." It sounded like he was trying to work out how big that 'gap' was. Rita was admittedly a little curious now too, even if it didn't show on her face.
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"What?!" His hands slammed down onto the table, causing his fork to clatter off of his tray. Immediately, he felt the gaze of several soldiers. Woody instinctively hunched down and lowered his voice, but the terrified look on his face still remained. "What do you mean, three days? Doyleton was--"
Realizing his voice was beginning to escalate again, Woody took a deep breath and continued with a hiss, "Doyleton was the last thing I remembered when I woke up last night!"
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"I mean three days," Rita repeated in response to Woody's incredulity. There was a pause, and then she matched his hushed tone and asked, "You were seriously out for three days? Were you sick or something?" Judging from his reaction, that kind of downtime definitely wasn't normal for him. The only other possibility that Rita could think of was that the staff had drugged him in some way... which could have a lot of unpleasant implications.
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Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I feel fine, so that's gotta count for something. Right?" Woody wasn't sure why he needed a little reassurance right then (least of all from Rita), but that didn't stop him from throwing that out there. He hated having to muddle through this whole human thing, especially when he didn't know where to find Buzz.
"Do you know if this has happened to anyone else here?" he asked after a moment. On one hand, Woody was almost afraid to know what became of people who could fall asleep for days on end, but part of him was also scared to be the only one who'd done this before.
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When asked if she knew of any other cases, Rita looked upward thoughtfully... then shrugged. "I might have heard something like that before, but I don't really remember any details." When scanning the bulletin for information, the things that Rita made sure to retain were all facts relating to the institute itself and things she could use, and not so much the other patients. She didn't really give a second thought to people talking about how much sleeping they'd been doing.
"Anyway, you probably would have noticed some symptoms before or after if you were sick. My best guess would be that the military drugged you." Rita took a sip of her milk (the one part of her meal that wasn't insulting to her) as she mulled over the possible implications. She considered keeping them to herself, but... well, maybe she'd get to see another exaggerated reaction. "If they went to the trouble of knocking you out, they might have been doing experiments. Well? Do you feel any different? Still have all your organs?"
She was half-joking... though that did mean she was still half-serious.
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"I feel fine," he pointedly added. And if he was fine, that meant they hadn't cut him up or, or...anything else that involved needles or knives!
"I just...don't remember what happened between then and last night," Woody quietly admitted. "And anyway, I'm more worried about my friend Buzz. You haven't seen him anywhere, have you? He's got blond hair and blue eyes. Uh, he's kind of short and stocky, too."
It was weird how he couldn't just refer to him as a Buzz Lightyear toy without everyone looking at him like he was nuts. Complications like that just made finding him that much more difficult.
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"Buzz?" She had to force herself not to crack up as she repeated it. Woody said he was from Earth, didn't he? Rita didn't remember that many Earthians having such ridiculous names. Did Woody and his friend specifically come from the Village of Stupid Names or something? One would think the institute was doing them a favor by giving them fake ones.
Once she was sure she could continue without bursting into laughter, Rita answered the question. "No, I haven't seen anyone like that. I'm usually too busy with research to bother much with people-watching, though."
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Thinking about him made Woody's heart grow heavy. What he'd give just to hear his voice right then...
"Well, if you ever wind up seeing someone who fits that description, could you let me know?" he asked. Her excuse about research sounded strange when coming from someone so young, but Woody was too worried about his friend to think about making fun of her for it right then.
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"Yeah, sure, I'll let you know," Rita agreed, though her tone may have sounded almost dismissive. She wasn't a liar, though. Even if she didn't plan to put any effort into looking for the guy, she'd say something if he showed up in front of her. Even if she was a little bitter that Woody had found friends almost immediately and she was still completely alone (though she would never say so out loud), Rita wasn't about to try and mess up other people's friendships. That'd just be stupid.
The intercom sounded then, and the shift change was announced. Rita gave a small glance to her untouched food (using the word loosely), then pulled herself up out of her seat. "Time to go. Try not to get killed." As far as Rita was concerned, that was a nice thing to say.
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