Forty Eight.

Fallon

I knew he was awake. As I pulled open the refrigerator door, I sensed him. Immediately he started calling to me. Growing more and more frustrated as I ignored him. He would turn his anger to Dex next, but Dex had told me that he was prepared. That they had been waiting for this day for six weeks.

I had checked in every few days, letting Dex know that I was good. That I had found somewhere