The next day we just sat around the cave. It was dark, cold, uncomfortable, and very boring. I dozed on and off, but was in pain from the plane crash and the cold in my toes and fingers. I wanted to talk to scout about finding a way out of here but he was obviously as unhappy as I was, and anything I could have said would have been superfluous. I just did what everyone around me did and waited for something to happen. If you had any idea how absolutely rotten I felt during this time, and add to it mind-numbing boredom, you would wonder how I managed to sleep at all. The truth is, I slept quite a bit during this time. It was low-grade sleep, just barely unconscious, snoozing in fits and starts, often waking up to grim reality. I couldn’t imagine a way out of all this. We ate twice most days
