Captain Glenn thanked me for jumping in front of Mase. Mase mumbled something that might have acknowledged me somehow, but nothing else happened that night. The screw, the washer, and the nail in my mouth must've been enough to radiate protection. By that rate, I'd be completely out within twenty-four hours. Or less.
While worry ate up my insides, I eventually fell asleep on the floor of the dining room and shivered myself awake the next morning. Before, the temperature had risen inside the dining room to close to hell-like proportions. In my baggy sweatshirt and gloves, sweat had poured down crevices I didn't even know existed. But today the temperature had significantly dipped. Time for more iron.
As I dragged my mattress back to the pantry, the crew rustled awake. All of them had been tense the night before, like they were holding their breath for something else to happen.