Five days. Seth and Lillian had been here for five days, yet no progress had been made, so Soren panicked. He did not want to die. Hell, he had spent so long surviving in that previous shithole to get out of there alive and surviving, and dying to a group called The Cleaners was not how he intended to leave this earth.
He would have been calmer if the adults around him had been more relaxed about the current situation. But Ash had taken the day off from work, and Sebastian had said it would have been better if he had come in. It could have given him something to take his mind off what was happening, but Ash had refused. Something along the lines of, “I need less stress, not more stress, because half of that department needs me to hold their hand as they wipe their shit.”
So, Soren and Si
