[At first, it was easy to keep track of how many days had passed, but each week that passed with no sign of anyone coming to the rescue, and Miles begins to feel despondent. This was never supposed to happen. He just wanted to do his job and go home and be happy. Three months on, and he's almost lost all hope. Still, though, he doesn't completely give up, wanting nothing more than that day when he'll be reunited with Q.
Eight months in, and that rescue finally comes, although as much as he begs to just go home, he's taken to a hospital for recovery first. He hadn't been hurt, unlike many other captives, but he's skinny and malnourished and would probably need more long months of slow rehabilitation, not to mention therapy.
Day three, back in the city, and all Miles can do is stare at the telephone, wanting to call, but not quite sure of what the reaction would be. For all intents and purposes, everybody probably thinks he's dead.
But finally, he picks it up and dials a very familiar number, his heart almost beating out of his chest.]
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Eight months in, and that rescue finally comes, although as much as he begs to just go home, he's taken to a hospital for recovery first. He hadn't been hurt, unlike many other captives, but he's skinny and malnourished and would probably need more long months of slow rehabilitation, not to mention therapy.
Day three, back in the city, and all Miles can do is stare at the telephone, wanting to call, but not quite sure of what the reaction would be. For all intents and purposes, everybody probably thinks he's dead.
But finally, he picks it up and dials a very familiar number, his heart almost beating out of his chest.]