When you flew out to India to be a part of an Expedition — something you now believe is a total lie — you didn’t think that a majority of your time was actually going to be spent out in the countryside, wasting away in the heat as you wait for some kind of instruction.

The days feel long, the nights even longer.

At least you’re not alone, you think, and it’s true. One of your associates is staying in the house with you. Timber Woods, a queer name, but a name nonetheless. He’s just as odd as his name is, but you don’t mind him all too much. He fidgets with the radio, trying to get some sort of signal.

Nothing works.

Might as well strike up some conversation with your housemate; you never know when you’ll be able to get a radio signal again.