"The scissors weren't actually that useful for poking things. The ends were blunt, kind of like the shit in the arts and crafts room, only the blades were nice and sharp. But anyway, they were useful for other stuff. Like taking apart pipe fittings."

He sighed, that same depression of waking to find almost everyone gone coloring the sound. "River."

He needed to not dwell on that, not unless he could use it to make his determination to escape and rescue seem greater. There was a lot he needed to figure out how to just deal with these days. And it was better to think about missing River than missing someone else.

Angry really wasn't going to help anyone right now. He needed to keep reminding himself that. Except he didn't seem to have anywhere other than depressed to go if he wasn't just mad as all hell.

Renji followed Daemon down the hall, switching his flashlight back off as he did.