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VALERIE WATCHED the blinking colon between the numbers on her bedside alarm clock and reminded herself to not get her hopes up that Will would follow through with his promise. He seemed nice enough, but one could never get too comfortable with a person who could move around freely in a place where you were locked up.
Besides, she could've incorrectly interpreted his message. Will may not be sneaking around security cameras and watchful eyes to come and visit her in five minutes at midnight. He might've been trying to tell her something completely different. They might not have even sent the note, for all she knew.
Was this all a big test? Did someone else — Chancellor Paige, maybe — want to see how she could react to a riddle or a puzzle of some sort? But why did that matter? What good could possibly come from assessing Valerie's mental aptitude?
As the clock metaphorically ticked toward midnight, Valerie began to formulate a plan of questions to ask Will. When he'd last visited her, he'd claimed that he just wanted to get to know someone new, but they would have to settle with lowering her confusion if he ever wanted to become something resembling a friend.
11:58 turned to 11:59 and Valerie stood up to straighten out her desk. She wasn't sure why it mattered that her room looked presentable — she didn't care about Will's opinion of her — but fully presenting the evidence of her frustration didn't sit well with her.
As Valerie stared at the pencil still stuck into the wood of the desk, she mentally reminded herself to pull it out after Will left so she could mark an eleventh tally for her eleventh day of imprisonment. Just that number seemed so bizarre to her; eleven days? Eleven days was such a small period of time, but because Valerie didn't have any memories of her past and had no idea how she used to live her day-to-day life, she had no perception of whether that much isolation was something she was prepared for or something that she had already adapted to.
