The first week was okay, except for the lack of coffee. Lync hadn’t realized how much he’d relied on his daily caffeine fix until he had to stop cold turkey, because as luck would have it, this lot of MREs were not only missing utensils but a hot beverage as well. Next time, he’d double check.
Wait. Next time? What was he—
“Lyncoln? Is something wrong?”
“No,” he lied, unwilling to worry his companion. But by the second day he had a low-level headache and felt generally lousy. It hadn’t taken Adam long to figure out what was wrong with him, and he’d handed Lync a bottle of ibuprofen and a bottle of water, which had helped a lot.
They passed the time in games of Clue and Monopoly—Lync decided it might be a good idea to stay away from cards at this point, since all he wanted to play was s
