It had been what felt like months. Really it had been two weeks at most, but the lack of windows and completely white walls were driving you insane. The only time you had any human interaction is when Alex came by to give you food and do the occasional psych evaluation and when midnight struck and you got to reunite with your friends. Did it almost break your heart to see how exhausted everyone was? Sure. Was it fun to fight phantoms and learn that you were and everyone else was possibly slowly turning into phantoms? No. But that seemed like an afterthought compared to some hugs and the occasional piece and quiet.

Despite Ashlyn and Tyler’s protests to continue looking for an exit, tonight was one of those nights were progress felt stunted and most of everyone felt dead on their feet (or in Tyler and Aiden’s case, ass, because they couldn’t stand without kneeling over.) so that night was spent in Ben’s room with little to no chatter and a warm cuddle pile.

Suddenly, Taylor turned to you and whispered with a small amused smile on her lips. “You look comfortable.”