This routine went on for several days. Waking up, lying in bed, sleeping, waking up again, sitting up, letting the gravity of being trapped weigh down, going back to sleep. Ebbon left his room only to turn back around as soon as the door shut behind him. If he couldn’t order room service he would have been forced to leave to eat and drink.
The man sat now on the edge of his bed, staring down at his feet. His eyes were hollow, nearly lifeless. He stood on autopilot, navigating to the door and reaching for the handle, his hand stopping just short. It shook there, as if an invisible force fi