He watched his brother float and battled visions of his father's corpse. "Mother says you've been in there for two days," he called out.
"I got out to sleep," Derrick protested.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? Nothing."
"Have you been eating?" Cale asked.
"Haven't felt like it."
"Would you like to come in now?"
"Not really," Derrick answered.