You grabbed the tray with the glass of water, the bowl of rice and chicken and the pills.

"I'll be right back." You told the rest of the Pogues.

You were all going to Morocco, and unfortunately, Rafe had to tag along. As none of you fully trusted him, you had him tied in a bathroom of the boat.

You walked downstairs, and he was sitting down on the floor, leaning against the wall. You left the tray on the floor, close to him.

"You should eat."

He looked up at you.

"Yeah, no shit. How?"

He lifted his tied hands and raised his eyebrows at them. You shrugged your shoulders.

"You'll figure it out."

You stepped away and he kicked the tray.