[ The call surprises him when it comes, and it takes him a few moments to answer — long lapses inbetween everything he does. But he's there eventually, slow and unsure of himself, drawing in a nervous breath as he listens to the woman's words.
Then he's exhaling it out, leaving room to speak. It's easier to answer direct questions. ]
I've been here... [ An odd pause. Maybe it's not so easy after all, because time is a concept Peter can't keep track of. How long has it been....? ] ...maybe a week? I don't know.
Maybe this morning.
[ It's a lot of maybes. He ate... something, he thinks. Some toast? Or was the bread toasted at all? Maybe it was just limp and soft and he'd taken small bites until his stomach couldn't take it anymore and he had to throw it away. ]
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Then he's exhaling it out, leaving room to speak. It's easier to answer direct questions. ]
I've been here... [ An odd pause. Maybe it's not so easy after all, because time is a concept Peter can't keep track of. How long has it been....? ] ...maybe a week? I don't know.
Maybe this morning.
[ It's a lot of maybes. He ate... something, he thinks. Some toast? Or was the bread toasted at all? Maybe it was just limp and soft and he'd taken small bites until his stomach couldn't take it anymore and he had to throw it away. ]