After more than an hour, I began to believe there was nothing to worry about, as Aston looked after Richard in a coma, so now I have time to deal with my first meal. I don't eat long. The hamburger's hands were crushed, too, and Keith, seeing that I was full, came in and sat in another chair next to me, watching me motionless.

"What?" I said, the murky voice stared for a long time.

"Are you full?" He asked. I knew he would ask me for nutrition, so he said.

"If you want to eat, go back to your room and eat."

Keith nodded. You see, I told you...