Another day. Another day crawls by. Time feels like a curse.

Armand is mind-numbingly bored. That's the best way he could describe it. He feels no joy, no pain, no excitement. Just a ceaseless heap of nothing. He watches the pool, day in and day out, and feels the water calling for him.

His reverie is broken by a noise at the door. It's probably his lunch. Armand looks over, displeased.

"What?" He asks, harsh, as he often does these days.