Black Box: Part 2

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For what seemed like forever I waited, I had no way of knowing if it was for hours or days. My stomach never growled, my mouth never watered, nor did my eyes grow tired. The box never changed, and neither did I.

I ran out of subjects to ponder in the waiting hours. My family was always in the front of my mind. Did they know where I was? Were they looking for me? How were they doing? Until I looked up and remembered my predicament.