The Narrator paced around the small room that he and Stanley had been trapped in for almost.. well, he couldn't remember anymore. Just hoping.. praying.. that Stanley would be able to hear him. He had been frozen in place for such a long time that he had simply lost track. Had it been days? Weeks? Months, or even years? The Narrator couldn't tell, but all he knew was that he wanted Stanley back. Just thinking of him pressing the button again immediately after returning from his frozen state made him nauseous and upset.