Easy. Maybe these questions weren't as hard as he had first thought or maybe he was finally getting the hang of things.

'Look Greg. Mate. I know that you're trying to be optimistic but take a look around. We've been here ages. It hasn't changed. Not even a bit. No one's found us.' Cal sat with his back against the wall. He stared into Greg's face. Their gazes locked as Cal spoke.

'And no one probably ever will.' Ethan's voice was much softer than Cal's. He barely whispered his message. He too was sat leaning against a wall but his gaze was fixed on a spot on the floor.

Jane remained silent. Slowly she had been becoming increasingly withdrawn from the men trapped with her. Despite answering all the previous questions correctly she still panicked as she was faced with the next one. Her once feisty attitude had been tamed by her entrapment.

Jane had fallen asleep in the corner of the room. She shivered in her sleep. Silently Greg walked over to the middle of the room and picked up two blankets; he placed one blanket over her body and folded the other before lifting her head onto it. Both Ethan and Cal drifted off to sleep within minutes of each other. They lay side by side, sharing a blanket. Greg watched them all. Their chests steadily rising and falling. Greg settled his gaze on Caleb. Following Ethan's immediate treatment of his bullet wound the kidnappers had taken care of him. During a period of gas induced unconsciousness the leg had been operated on and put into a white plaster cast. Now, the cast was tired and dirty but still doing its job. Greg's thoughts shifted to his job. To everyone at the crime lab. To Sara. Nick. Morgan. They'd find him. The reality of their situation was hitting him. He had no idea how long they had been trapped. They had done over twenty questions so they had probably been trapped at least 20 days. The probability of them being found after that long got closer to zero everyday. Greg tried constantly to change his thoughts but he couldn't. They kept drifting back to the hopelessness of their entrapment. He focused on the fan on the top of the box. Watched it spin around and around and around.

Was it slowing down?

Yes. It was definitely slowing down. The fan never stopped. It was one of the things keeping them alive. Greg heaved himself up off the floor and walked over to where Jane lay. Gently he shook her awake.

'Jane. Jane!' He whispered, so not to disturb the two doctors.

'What?' Jane was still groggy with sleep, her mind foggy.

'The fan's stopping.'

'What?!' Her head instantly cleared. She sat up straight and starred at the ceiling. 'That's not good.'

'Something's wrong.'

'What other than the fact that we've been locked in a box and forced to answer questions for God knows how long?!' Her anger brought power and energy back into her character.

'The blankets. They were delivered early. No sleeping bags were delivered. We weren't gassed and now the fan's stopping.'

'What do you mean we weren't gassed?'

'Well normally we're gassed not long after the delivery of sleeping bags and then we wake up in the morning, or what we think is the morning, to find more stuff. That didn't happen. They missed a gassing.'

'That's not happened before.'

'Something's wrong.'

'Very wrong.'