Spoilers for Manifest Season 4 Part 1 Michaela didn't look close to the person she used to admire. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks stained with dry tears and eyes tinged red, she didn't look like she showered in days. "When was the last time you ate?" Drea asks her voice still hushed knowing if she was any louder she risked being caught. "A few days ago," the blonde rasps and Drea sighs putting the foiled object down and unfolding it as quietly as possible in the dim light. Michaela saw that it was a sandwich and an apple. "I know it isn't much, but you need to eat and I'm not leaving until I see you at least eat half of it," Drea says resolutely, glancing at her watch to see how long she had before she had to go. "D, I'm not..." Michaela started quietly before noticing Drea's glare and the her arms crossed stubbornly and Michaela just knew Drea would stay true the words she uttered