He didn't know what it was that woke him from his slumber, jerking up in his bed to the merest sound of footsteps padding along the floor, his eyes straining to see through the darkness.
"Sandra" he croaked with a hint of shock in his voice. He was even further astonished to hear the voice call back to him.
"It's Casey" the voice so quiet that he barely heard it, even as he wanted to jump and shout in joy. She was alive. They hadn't killed her. He was fairly trembling in shock. He wanted to cry, to pull her into him and never let her go. This time he wouldn't fail to keep her safe, this was a second chance to at least do something he could control while he was trapped in here with them.
He heard her sit on a cot and sigh, sounding weary and he inched closer, till he was almost falling
