How long have I been here?

I didn't know. I couldn't count.

Time had become meaningless in this concrete box. The fluorescent light overhead stayed on constantly, buzzing like an angry insect, making it impossible to tell day from night. My body ached from sleeping on the cold floor, but I barely noticed anymore.

All I could think about was the gunshot.

The way Ryder's body jerked when the bullet hit him. The bloom of red across his white shirt. The way he'd fallen to his knees, reaching for me ...