Now...this is the life!
Septimus, lying on the bed, shoveled his fourth can of beans into his mouth. During his lonely, desperate wanderings he'd come across a old, abandoned hotel. Fortunately for him, a smashed up Supermarket was next door, complete with an almost unlimited supply of tinned food.
Having first investigated the hotel armed only with an iron bar, Septimus found the place strangely empty and the lift surprisingly functional. He decided that the best refuge was the top floor. Making a few trips down to the Supermarket for supplies, he soon set up camp in the 'Presidential Suite'.
From his window he could still see the building that Bridget and Dan were in. I hope they're gonna be ok...
Sitting up and taking a gulp from his water bottle, Septimus checked his wound. Hell, I hope I'm gonna be ok.
He couldn't believe that Wolfe had just disregarded him like that...even with the prospect of finding his Grandfather - and with him, probably a cure for the disease. Well, I he'll definitely be ok...he seems like a real hardass...
Flicking his bedside lamp, Septimus settles down to sleep. Tomorrow I'll head to that Research Facility that's supposed to be around here...He's got to be there...got to be...
Thoughts of the others drift in and out of his dreams, but ultimately, it is his Grandfather that Septimus dreams of. His Grandfather, and the hope that finding him will bring....