Its been hours, days, weeks, months. You had lost track already.

It was a depressing view. A cramped, four walled room with nothing but a dirty mattress and a toilet to keep you company, and Finney. A boy who was recently brought to the room with you, tho he has still wary and scared to attempt to chat.

It was quiet. The only sound was Finney, who was panting and digging a rock on the floor, attempting to escape. He tried calling for help on the disconnected black door on the wall. Another failed attempt. He gave up and lay down on the mattress.

You were sitting on the corner, feeling hopeless. The boy sat up and leaned against the wall. He wiped off frustrated tears and glanced at you.

"You gave up already?" Finney asked quietly, not wanting the Grabber to hear them.