Two days pass by like that in a blur of sleep, watching TV, and being delivered food that I didn't order while not seeing a single soul. Even Vitto doesn't cross my path with the bag of food anymore, instead leaving it on the kitchen counter for me to see.

I'm in the kitchen, popping grapes, that I managed to get Vitto to get after a lot of passing paper between us, into my mouth dressed in a spaghetti strap top and shorts, in these past two days I've not even heard the sounds of another human ...