Lincoln heard a sound as he continued to stare at the bottle. It felt as though they were the only things in the world right now and the sobs were simply a distant distraction. But what if it were Daisy out there? He gave a blink and turned towards the sound. "Daisy?" the sound was barely a whisper, but the name gave him strength to try again. "Hello? Is there anyone there?"
He stood up and took a step towards the rustle of corn and was startled by the sight of Iron Suits flying up from the maze. Was this Hive again? Lincoln didn't know but he knew he couldn't ignore it. He took another step and then stopped. He looked back over his shoulder at the vodka and closed his eyes. There would be time for that later, he told himself as he pushed himself to move.
It felt as though he were in a dream, the electricity in his fingers lighting his way towards the distinctly female shape ahead of him. "Daisy, is that you?" he asked as he tentatively approached.