Everyday there would be food at his door. It varied, sometimes he thought it was very European like bread with some butter and cheese. Other times it was soup and American white bread. Other times still it was a pack of bagels and peanut butter. It was a strange mix. One night he tried to stay up to the catch them but that night nothing was there in the morning. He found if he left things near the door they’d take it. One day some new clothes showed up. Like underwear and sports clothes.
He tried to keep a routine, shower at regular times and all that. During the day he kept the window open. When he worked out he kept looking out it. Just to see if he missed anything.
At one point in the day he’d look at pictures. He missed his wife and his life. In some ways he felt like this was all his fault just for trying to run away. He hoped his wife maybe could see where he was. When he wasn’t looking at his phone he put it by the window in different areas. His friend had told him he would do this on the airplane and sometimes get signal. Still nothing, the room was sealed too well.
He tried to keep a routine, shower at regular times and all that. During the day he kept the window open. When he worked out he kept looking out it. Just to see if he missed anything.
At one point in the day he’d look at pictures. He missed his wife and his life. In some ways he felt like this was all his fault just for trying to run away. He hoped his wife maybe could see where he was. When he wasn’t looking at his phone he put it by the window in different areas. His friend had told him he would do this on the airplane and sometimes get signal. Still nothing, the room was sealed too well.