She spent the afternoon sleeping in blue-tinged darkness, music filtering into her dreamless slumber, its vibrations keeping her aware of the fact that she was still alive.
Even asleep, Jaimie knew that she wasn't alone.
Harold spent the afternoon waiting in the blue-tinged darkness, listening to the music, feeling its pulse in the walls and floor.
He spent the whole time watching the sleeping girl, waiting for her to move.
Jaimie awoke, her sense of timing long lost. She slowly stood, knowing she would have to find a way out.
Her movement signaled his mind. He stretched his arms out towards her...