CHAPTER THIRTY

The athletic man in the dark room whose stench was gradually desensitizing Wilkes and Trisha's nostrils left them after pacing around a few more times without harming as much as an hair on their head—much to their reliefs.

When he was gone for a few minutes and they were quite sure he couldn't be eavesdropping, they continued whispering to one another what they thought of the information he had just passed to them.

“Driller? Does that name sound familiar to you?” Trisha whispered to Wilkes whom she couldn't see due to the darkness that sheathed every inch of the odd place they were in.

“No, no. It... doesn't,” he whispered back wearily. Hush befell them again as they were lost in their own thoughts then Trisha broke the silence.

“He said we're going to remain here till Harold finds us. How are we going to survive if he doesn't on time?”

“He must have no