Mr. and Mrs. B awoke on their ledge, much to the same tear jerking sight as the previous days… darkness. Except, the tears had dried now. At this point, they had nothing left to give. It was inevitable. Their bodies were dehydrated and stretched beyond natural limits. They would die here. Mr. B. slowly stood, sliding up against the wall, turning towards it to make another mark. 16. Sixteen days since the earth had shook and brought their entire family vacation to its ultimate peril. Mrs. B never stood up this morning though. She couldn’t take it anymore. The stillness and rigidness of their newest home was driving her insane. That… and Manny. She knew if she rolled over or stood, her eyes would be forced to look upon the gruesome sight of her son again… or what was left of him.