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In a way this would be easier if he had any way to keep track of time.
There's no clock. There's no clock, and he doesn't have a watch, and the windows look out onto the always-lit concrete hallways, not the outdoors. He's not even sure the lights-out and lights-on come regularly. He thinks it's been a few days, but part of him -- probably the part of him that used to lie awake for hours on Christmas Eve, convinced that enough time had passed for several nights over -- is sure it's been weeks.
In another way, it's kind of comforting. He has no idea what's going on, so nothing that goes on can possibly be his fault.
Except miscounting the cracks in the ceiling. He got up to 534 one time, but he keeps losing track around the late 400s.
There's no clock. There's no clock, and he doesn't have a watch, and the windows look out onto the always-lit concrete hallways, not the outdoors. He's not even sure the lights-out and lights-on come regularly. He thinks it's been a few days, but part of him -- probably the part of him that used to lie awake for hours on Christmas Eve, convinced that enough time had passed for several nights over -- is sure it's been weeks.
In another way, it's kind of comforting. He has no idea what's going on, so nothing that goes on can possibly be his fault.
Except miscounting the cracks in the ceiling. He got up to 534 one time, but he keeps losing track around the late 400s.