Day 14 and the generator is up and running again. I wake up to the sound of the television blaring. A daytime talk show. They're talking about what we did. I hear Tyrell's name, Darlene's, mine. And then I hear the homely Oprah-type host lower her voice, introduce today's guest. Joanna Wellick.

I push myself up out of bed, pull a hoodie over the numerous layers I already have on and head over to the television, fold my arms around myself and try to stop shaking from the cold.

'Welcome to the show Mrs Wellick, and let me just say how much I commend your participation with all of us here today. I know it takes a lot of courage stepping forward to speak of your husband's disappearance and his suspected crimes on national television and I know this can't have been an easy decision for you…'

Tyrell isn't here. Perhaps he's gone to the anonymous drop off point for supplies.

'Thankyou…' A pale, run down version of Joanna Wellick wipes a tear from her eye, is it rehearsed? I can't tell. Are those bags under her eyes a result of her devastation or is she just really good at perfecting the distraught, abandoned housewife makeup routine? 'As you know, it's been a very difficult time for me ever since…'

She pauses, dabs her eye with another tissue, a well-manicured hand to her mouth as she collects herself.

Why would Tyrell have gone for supplies twice in one week?

'…In your own time Mrs Wellick, don't worry.'

'Ever since news broke out of my husband's crimes, I've been utterly distraught. I've been going over and over it in my head since the day I found out about the Sharon Knowles murder, the 5/9 attacks..." Her voice breaks. She's trying not to cry. '…how could someone I love do such a thing? How could the father of our child do something like this to our family…'

I switch the channel over to the Safe For All Network. A rerun of that stupid family show I'm ashamed to admit I've began to feel invested in flickers in and out on the screen. You'd think the reception in the middle of the mountains would be a little better, right?

In this week's episode, the Corporate Exec character, I forget his name, he's had the absolute day from hell. Not only has he had to go to an out of town business trip last minute, he's had to take his screaming toddler with him. And it's just spit up on his favourite tie.

'Do you have any idea how much this suit is worth?' Corp Exec shouts at screaming toddler as he desperately tries to scrub baby vomit off his Armani shirt and silk tie.

I watch five more episodes until it begins to get dark. Still no sign of Tyrell. I'm starting to worry.

And as I put my coat on and brave the horizontal snowstorm outside, I'm asking myself why I'm even going to look for Tyrell, why I care. This man is everything I hate. A physical embodiment of Evil Corp, enemy number one. And so what if he's upped and left? Surely it's better to be alone than spend an indefinite amount of time in a confined space with this man?

I've been walking for over half an hour now, calling out his name, feeling increasingly terrified that this is it, he's gone, now I really am alone. The snow is hitting me in the face at such a speed it feels like tiny needles are flying horizontally at me, I can barely see where I'm going. The wind's howling ominously, is it telling me to go back? Do I really want to die out here, in the middle of fuck knows where?

"Tyrell!" I call out for the thousandth time.

What if he's lost? Scared, alone and slowly, painfully freezing to death?

"Tyrell! Where are you?!"

And so what if he is, it's all a guy like this deserves anyway. Right?

I trip suddenly, almost go flying over what I think is a tree trunk or a rock. I manage to stop myself, grab hold of the nearest tree. I look down.

"Shit! Tyrell?"

I'm instantly flooded with mixed emotions as I look upon his form laying spread eagled and half covered in snow on the floor. His skin is so pale he's turning blue, and he's so still I'm afraid to touch him. In his hand, a cellphone. Who was he calling?

I kneel down, reach over to his neck to check his pulse.

What if he's dead? Please don't be dead Tyrell. Please don't leave me.

I can't find one.

My stomach drops, and I begin to panic.

I try again.

Nothing. He's so cold. I feel a lump in my throat as tears well in my eyes.

No. This isn't happening. You can't be dead. You can't just leave me like this. I need you. You're the last thing I have.

Although I know it's pointless, I try one more time.

My heart races as I prepare to face the reality. Tyrell's dead. Except it, except it, get back inside before you join him in the frozen corpse club…

And then I feel the pulse, see the eyelids partially open.

He's alive.

"Elliot…? Is that you…?"