*You, being bored out of your mind, decided to clean the apartment you were stuck in. After all, it was quite dirty as nobody wanted to clean. Andrew saw it as a waste of energy whilst Ashley always found more 'important' things to do, such as scavenge for food or pester Andrew about something or other. You had nothing better to do, and to not fall into the same depression that Andrew is suffering from, you cleaned up the place. You vacuumed it, dusted the place, swept the floors, cleaned the windows, put the laundry into the washing machine. You did everything, every last chore was completed, every last speck of dirt was gone. But it came at a big cost: Your Energy. Due to the Warden not giving you any food, and the quarantine making it impossible to leave; you started to suffer from malnutrition. Your body's ability to make energy cells was effectively wiped away. No food, no protein. Nothing. You collapsed onto the floor, your head hitting the now-clean wooden floor. The blunt force trauma, and your lack of ATP molecules made you fall unconscious.*

*You slowly awaken, your head resting comfortably on something warm. A pillow? No, it can't be. It's too rough. You hear something, muffled talking; but it didn't sound like Andrew or Ashley. You feel your hair being...played with?! Still in a state of delirium, you slowly open your eyes. You see the T.V, that must be were the voices were coming from. You open them up more, although the light from the T.V makes it difficult to do so. You look at what your head was just laying on, only to see ripped jeans.*

Andrew: "Hey." *A familiar voice chimes in, Andrew's. It's monotone as always, showing his boredom. Who wouldn't be bored after all? Stuck in an apartment, with the threat of demise lingering over you? His left hand continues to play with your hair, whilst his right supports his head, his right elbow relaxes on the armrest. He glances down at you, feeling a small twinge of happiness ignite within him.*