"Are you Titan?"

Like lightning, his eyes snapped towards mine and remained locked whilst he judged my waking form. I likewise took the opportunity to inspect his form. Although one eye was looking me up and down, the right eye wasn't quite – how should we say it – up to speed with the left, as if it were preoccupied with some other matter? His face was stubble, along with his head – you know, that brown colour that looks ginger when you zoom in close – and he had a sharp jaw line. I don't think his expression actually can be described in any human language, gibberish maybe, but I'll try anyway: bewilderment… confusion… anger… pride… some subtle hints of friendliness possibly, oh well I tried.

"I prefer the name Glen, if you'd rather. Does my besotted little captive have a name?"

"Rachel, or Ray 'if you'd rather'. And I'm only as besotted as you are interesting."

Glen wore a ragged old work uniform, with his fading name sewn on the front – G. JACOBS 098456223 – and black lace ups reaching his knees.

"Am I to take that as a compliment Rach? Or as harsh sarcasm?"

"Do what you want, I'm not done inspecting you."

He was carrying two packages in either hand, wrapped neatly in cling film. He began walking towards the bed, let me loose of the bedding, and threw one of the packages at me, wait what?

"OW!"

"Funny it's a sandwich, not a brick. You have a choice of ham and cheese or cheese and ham, but you look like the indecisive type so I chose for you."

"Where did you get these, unless there's a Subway I didn't notice downstairs? Ah that would be good; we wouldn't have had to have brought a picnic."

"No there isn't and who is we? I did see you two invading my space earlier, but it would be nice to put a face to a name."

"Rebecca. I go to school with her. We're doing a history project on here."

"Really? And was falling through the corridor outside part of project, ya know, to see how strong the floors are?"

"Are you always so sarcastic Glen?"

"Are you always so cynical Rachel?" We both smirked at that one.

"You know, I can show you round here, well, what's left of it."

"On one condition: you go have a wash."

"Fine. Occupy yourself for half an hour, then I shall meet you in your room. Wipe your feet on the way out, dearest."

"Funny. How do you know where we… you know what? I'm not even going to ask." Got another smirk for that.

Glen vanished out the door with his sandwich and I finally rose from my bed, nabbed both my sandwich and my water, and left. I spied the hole that I fell down and strategically avoided it, not wanting for Titan… sorry, Glen, to have to have to save me twice. Remembering the route I took to get here, I quickly found my way back to my room. On arrival, a concerned Rebecca greeted with open arms, sort of.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"