"Are you sleeping in that chair?" August asked.
"I have been."
She raised her head slightly and looked over at him. "That can't be easy."
"It's not bad."
An uncomfortable silence fell around them as they were both acutely aware of the other's presence but now unsure of themselves. 'What now?' August thought. Uncertainty and fear started creeping into her heart while Graeme kept his distance, not wanting to upset her further. But she wasn't angry. She just didn't understand any of this—what was happening to her, where she was, and she had nothing familiar to comfort herself with. She might as well be set adrift in the middle of the ocean somewhere.
