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Sleep had been fragmented at best for Tracy, interspersed often with thoughts of the coming trek across the desert to freedom, and other times with the whereabouts of their captor. She was sure the man, ‘Jack’ as she had elected to call him, was gone. When she snuck out into the adjacent room at around midnight, he was nowhere to be seen. She even dared to enter the first room and then creep up the entrance ramp to the outside of the complex. ‘Jack’ was gone.
She held her arm close to her face so she could read her watch. Five-forty-seven was early; too early for Tracy under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. What could possibly be normal about being locked in a tiny, cramped, box-like structure for five days? What long-term emotional effect would such exte
