Two days had passed since I managed to find my way into the security room, and I hadn't bothered to leave.
Thing 2's muffin crumbs managed to keep me somewhat fed; the taste was still good, even if the texture was dry. During that time, I dug a hole in the bottom of the couch and made a lovely little nest for myself amongst the springs, using the foam and cotton batting to pad my bed.
Satisfied that I now had a full belly and a safe place to sleep, I started to make plans.
The first thing I needed to do was to learn the schedule and routine of the guards.
I discovered that Greg wasn't the only one responsible for monitoring the facilities. He worked 36 hours before leaving for God only knew how long. His replacement, Travis Newman, was a much different kettle of fish.
