to himself as he sits up: I sleep too much.
The clock reads 16:00 and he exhales forcefully as he adjusts back to reality, wondering what excitement today will bring. It’s been three days since the guys left. Three days of ration packs, planning escape routes, angles of attack on the town and making modifications to the Beast along with other various experiments. He hadn’t returned to the town yet, just collected a few things on his way out to prepare for his eventual return.
There had been a lot of soul searching in the meantime. Explorations of his former inhuman, mechanical perspective on things which seem to have been reshaped when he lost his humanity, and now almost resemble something a living breathing person would have.