Gwen’s stomach gurgled and she rubbed it. The grub table was only feet away. But that wouldn’t do her any good. Not only was everything frozen in time, but it was also rock solid.
Not that she hadn’t tried. Five, six attempts so far? Cake. Pizza. Cheese. No luck.
All as hard as stone.
She licked her parched lips. Wondering how long this was going to last. If she had some sort of working clock, she’d guess that it had been about two days since Alex and Mr. Clean had disappeared. She had chatted with mannequin people. Wandered the house. Slept off and on. Waiting for something to change.
Still the moon shone its eerie light through a cloud that never moved.
Gwen knew from first aid courses that a person could go close to a month without food, but only three days without water.
And two
