And he knew not to dwell on the subject, either. Finally, someone who seemed to understand Scar's 'don't talk about anything personal' vibe. This man was probably in a similar boat.

"This is my..." It took him a second. Could it really be only his fourth time waking up in this hell hole? He frowned. It had felt like so much longer... So much had happened.

"This is my fourth day. So no, not even a week."