"Nikhil - how'd you end up here?" 14 had asked.
Nikhil stretched his legs out in front of him on the cold cement floor and rested his head against the thick metal door of his cell. He let the note drop to the floor in the sliver of light by the crack and watched the swirling dust above it with half-closed eyes. He'd need to think for a minute before he could answer.
They'd spent so much time the past couple days dissecting their time at ESU that Nikhil had almost begun to forget that wasn't his real life. The problem was that he had trouble remembering what was.
Finally, he reached to the far side of the door and rolled the tip of his pen across the hinge to refresh the "ink" on his makeshift pen. He curled over the shaft of light illuminating the note and scratched his reply. "Not sure," he admitted.
14 didn't seem satisfied with that response. "After the outbreak - you came with family?"
The outbreak - that helped.