Stanley sat in Sheila's room, watching her slowly breathe in and out while she was asleep. Caleb had looked through the data they had collected from Nexus and had come to the conclusion that it almost always took between 45 and 50 days.
It was unclear why it was that long, but it had been 47 days now. So Sheila should be waking up anytime now.
He sat by her bed, resting as he watched her. It was not just for her that he was here, but also for himself. No one bothered Sheila who was resting. Because of that, no one bothered him either.
It was peaceful here.
He had barely gotten any free time the past month and a half, having to go through many smaller missions one after another, with no real rest.
He had people talk to him all the time and it wasn't very fun for him.
His power of active foresight had come back during this time, but his power to slow down time hadn't just yet. He knew he killed around 40 or 50 people in the ship itself.
