The man in the grey suit had made himself at home in a cabin he'd found, with much regard for who it belonged to. He sat in the dark on a sofa, popping pebbles he'd picked up off the ground into his mouth and crunching them with a sickening sound that for a human would be the shattering of teeth, not of rock. Some would be angry for being imprisoned in that situation, but he couldn't feel that way. Instead, he was already thinking of how he could turn the situation around to his benefit. After all, he had all the time in the world.