A gentle whistle of the wind woke Red up, making him flinch and wave his hand due to the disturbance. After a few seconds, he bolted upright and dusted himself off. He didn't know where he was at first and it took him at least a minute to get to his senses.
As he brushed the dirt off his body, that's when he remembered crawling in that claustrophobic tunnel. He finally noticed the countless bruises and cuts he obtained from the stones that scraped him in the hole.
"How many hours was I asleep?" Red asked himself. According to his estimation, he could feel that he slept a full eight hours.
"Breaktime's over, I guess. I should regroup with Blond and the others. Right about now, they're probably in the tenth room or something." Red calculated the interval starting from him being separated from the group. Adding the rest time that Blond theoretically allocated for the group, Red assumes they would be in the tenth room.
