If boredom was the only thing Andy had to worry about, being stuck in a basement with Chuck and Anna — even if she was in her wolf form, which was slightly unsettling — wouldn't really have been so bad. But, Andy new better. First of all, his fucking head hurt. Whoever had taken him had done him dirty and knocked him out from behind with a blow to the back of his head that still hurt like a motherfucker even a day or two later. He'd sort of lost track of time. Florence was going to kill him if he ever made it out of here, secondly. He'd promised her he'd be safe and he really shouldn't have been smoking up knowing that he would get a Taco Bell craving to end all cravings if he did...and knowing himself well enough to know that he'd indulge it, no matter what the dangers outside.
Thirdly, the part that upset him the most, was knowing that Charlie would've noticed his absence by now. She'd be worrying and probably setting things on fire, if he knew her at all. They'd just had a conversation about this, one of them being sent back through the Seal, a short while ago. It was just as likely that he'd been sent back to death in 2007 as it was that he was among the ever-growing number of missing people in Lawrence and Andy knew that Charlie was smart enough to know that. He hoped she was looking for him, anyway. Because really...Chuck was getting on his fucking nerves.
"Dude," he snapped, frowning. "You don't even want the answer to that, so why ask?"
Chuck had been there when Andy woke up. How much longer the other man had been stuck in this musty ass basement was beyond him, so he could understand where Chuck was coming from, but that didn't make the morbidity of the question any less goddamn obnoxious.
"Hey," he called out, looking away from Chuck and toward the men standing guard. Men was using the term loosely, Andy thought, since they looked like high school linebackers at best. "Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber, think maybe we could get a little fuckin' grub?" he asked, snapping his fingers at them. "How about some water?"
He'd given up trying to mind-control them into letting the three of them out, because whoever had them already was stronger than Andy was. His eyes moved back to Chuck. "Think we could take 'em if I distracted 'em?" he asked under his breath. "Or, hey, what if we spring her?" he asked, "sic her on 'em. Think we could get out then, bro? Because, to be honest, I'm fucking bored, I'm fucking hungry, and my ass hurts from sitting on it forever but I'm sick of pacing. Whaddya think?"