Didn't do well the last day or so, work has been feral (this is the last week before a big deadline, and all my Esteemed Customers seem to have lost their Esteemed Marbles) but a got a handful of paragraphs written or rewritten...
It wouldn't help with his temper, never all that great and already fraying a little with the gloom, the silence, the emptiness, the not knowing what had happened, the not knowing what to do. Rodney, like Radek (if he was honest) and most of his people, always had the worst of problems with not knowing.
When the not knowing would be compounded by hunger and thirst... things could get ugly as only Rodney knew how.
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