Tara Summer, don't panic, don't lose your composure! Please don't!
She sat down by the door, comforting herself that everything would be all right.
Yet that night, the silence in the warehouse outside the dark room was eerily unbelievable, with only the sound of rats "squeaking" as they gnawed on things.
The rats' noises were incredibly clear in the stillness of the surroundings, making them especially loud.
Morning came, and Tara Summer had still not seen the three men come to open the door; had they... really gone?!
Tara Summer's face remained calm as she thought of the bottled water and bread Carter had thrown to her, her certainty growing that there was no one outside.
The reason he had left water and food might have been a flicker of sympathy from Carter, a hope that she wouldn't starve to death too quickly!
The thought of possibly dying in this dark room made Tara Summer's expression grave and brought the hunger back to her stomach.
