Groaning, my hand slaps my face at the banging on the door, "What is it?"
"Paige, it's been hours, are you coming out or not?" Barking at me through the door is Fred, or maybe my ears are just sensitive.
Peeling my eyes open I wince at the streak of light piercing through the curtains, I manage and discover I'm flat on the floor.
Fuck.
Picking myself off the floor with more enthusiastic knocking from Fred, I run through my memories of the last twenty-four hours again. Went out on a long walk with Max, offered one-on-one training for the signs I'm experiencing now. Then I had dinner alone in my dark room, I went to switch on the lights to search for something and then-
"Paige! You've been waiting on this for a week, a second try right? Well here it is so do-"
"I know, I know, I'm coming jeez."