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"This place is going to get crowded," Griffin said.Not-Tim shook his head. "It's Jack," he said. "He's the only one with a gun, I think." A pause. "Hewouldn't just shoot for no reason. Either... someone else took his gun, or he had a good reason to-" Hebroke off.Donnie was busy looking for an empty bottle because he really needed to go."They're probably just killing each other," Griffin said. "Nothing to worry about. That's exactly the kind ofthing that might get us out of here. The less united they are, the better for us, right?"Not-Tim just looked sad.Griffin concluded that he was one strange dude; but at least he was better company than Donnie, whohad just located an empty bottle.The rest of that day passed with little event. All they could do now was wait.**Not-Tim hoped that the door would not open in the night and crush his head where he lay on the ground,having decided that it would not be a good idea to fight Donnie over the bed.David Allen Griffin always took the upper bunk, because according to Dharke he rules, and his rulingmust not be questioned.Not-Tim hoped that someone would remember to feed Bob.The small desklight was on; in this room of no windows, there would be no daylight to disperse the pitchblack of night. A sliver of gold illumination peeked through the bottom of the door, but that alone wasnot enough to see by.The sound of repeated bumping noises eventually got not-Tim off the floor and over to the room's closet,where Don John was tiredly trying to get into a viable position for sleep.Not-Tim spent several moments just standing there by the closet debating over whether it would be agood idea to let him out. He wanted to, but it didn't seem to be wise to get Griffin and Donnie mad athim, especially in this confined space.He decided that he didn't care. Don John had been stuck in there for the crime of spoutingShakespeare at people, and he wasn't spouting Shakespeare now.Not-Tim unlocked the closet and let him out.The once-closeted was half-asleep but sufficiently alert to regard his rescuer with suspicion."And who may you be?""A fellow prisoner." Not-Tim gestured at the ground. "Get some sleep."He got back to his own private spot of carpet and eventually dozed off.**The Next DayIn the real world, the news spread quickly out from the fan sites to the newspapers to the public, and arepresentative of Kenselton Facility was forced at mike-point to admit that, yeah, they had sort of let anactor in there, because a hostage situation had been one of the last things they had expected, and itwas coffee break time so could he go now?"Besides," said a coffee-intolerant Kenselton staff member who took over from his colleague, "the wholething might have been Reeves' idea, for all we know-"(Whereupon the Keanu SWAT Team went wtf do you know what a stupid risk that would have been,seeing as how many people already want him dead?)