"Yeah, well, I've been here for a long while." Richard pointed to the wall behind her. Now that there was sun light trickling through the cave they were in, Hermione could see that the wall she had decided to sleep against was covered in lines grouped into fives. It always seemed like a joke to her when she saw the same image of someone counting their days in a movie or a cartoon, but being stuck in a cell for a week had her considering the idea herself in a feeble attempt to preserve her sanity.