February 3rd.

Sebastian slithers pass the old calendar hung on the walls of facility. He doesn't know if it was accurate, trying to keep track down here was more tedious than he thought.

But that didn't matter. His eyes were focused ahead, towards the path he's walked (slithered?) by probably thousands of times already. The area where you were seen most at after the two of you were thrown in after being experimented on.

Sebastian's gaze softened at the sight of you on the other side of the glass, resting in the water with your eyes closed.