Owen hadn't slept much, but while that wasn't unusual, last night had been the worst night since he'd arrived in Zenith. Between his worry over Cecilia, and Marco's ramblings, Owen had stayed in his bunk, his phone in hand, aware that losing his shit would not help anyone, least of all Cecilia. He felt like Simms was watching, just waiting for Owen to snap. That was what he wanted, and he was fighting against the temptation with every ounce of his being.
As morning settled in, Owen could hear Edwin and Oliver across the small hall. He checked the network again and found nothing new. If today was anything like yesterday, Owen wasn't sure he'd be able to deal with it.
He climbed out of the bunk and walked over to the bars, glancing down to the small area he could actually see before sighing. He looked back at Marco and wondered if he could talk Simms into getting Marco his meds today. "You guys okay over there," Owen asked their cell block mates, his voice hoarse from not having used it in several hours.