Day 14
She tries to go running with him, but he expresses his need to be alone. When she traces a hand up his bicep, he backs away from her, pulling her touch from him without malice, but it doesn't hurt any less.
Sam announced in the morning they're officially stuck until she can work out other methods because plans A through C have failed. She wants to comfort him as he comforted her, but his lips are tight on his face and he shakes his head at her, jogging away.
It's almost tomorrow when she grabs the handcuffs and stands outside Daniel's door, her eyebrow raised with high expectations, but he simply closes the door on her without uttering a single word. Maybe she doesn't want to comfort either of them, maybe she wants to feel alive for a single second while stuck in time.
Her room is dark, and she lays on her back, bare legs tingling in the air because at night they turn off the climate to conserve energy, and she tries to remember the songs her mother taught her as a child. Tries to remember lyrics and limericks cooing from her mother's mouth as she braided her hair or pulled it into pigtails.
And she can't.
So she cries.
