"Oh, I'll cobble together something," he says, waving a hand through the air vaguely. For perhaps the millionth time he wishes the food situation in this place were different, that there were supplies refilled regularly and reliably, that there were enough around for him to make Riley a fantastic breakfast rather than something merely passable.

The again, maybe it's a good thing that's not the case. If it were, he thinks it would be all too easy for him to get very comfortable with this place, to stop thinking of him as someone who was kidnapped and start thinking of this house as a home, cameras or no cameras.