My face brightened when an idea struck my head. "A phone. Let me borrow your phone so we can ask for help." I rounded the desk and jogged my way to him with my hand laid out.
"I don't use those."
"Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed in frustration and pulled my hair. "Do you know how convenient it is? What day is it that you don't use technology?" I growled with my hands in the air.
"I don't need that to communicate,” he simply answered without looking at me.
My attention turned to the window once again to see that it was now evening. "Letters then? How romantic. Guess what? Apps are so much faster and use less paper. Why don't you help me instead? Maybe we can shout and ask for help. Who knows, someone who's walking around can hear us."
"Didn't you hear what your companion warned you ab
