Adam's trying not to look too closely at what's clustered in those dusty corners, honestly. He's focused on anything that might be a door, a hatch or a window. Any escaping light that may lead the way out.

"Not at all. I just don't particularly feel like I've done anything to deserve it. I know people who have and suffered instead."

He shakes his head. "I'd never give up my husband. I just wish I could give that same thing to others sometimes is all."