He was going stir crazy, and he knew it. He’d paced the room enough times, counted the cracks in the wall, practised his grounding techniques, recited potions recipes, proper ingredient preparation techniques, the entire prologue to Hogwarts, A History, sang the tune to a muggle song he heard one time on Hermione’s wireless (though he only remembered the infernal chorus, "I get knocked down, but I get up again–" and the irony of that was not lost on him). Unfortunately, all of that was not enough to keep his mind occupied and off of Hermione. A week ago he’d felt a pang, a strong pull in his chest. Different from the pull he’d felt initially by the bond, but similar in that he knew it meant he needed proximity to Hermione, and soon. He had begun to feel fatigued two days ago and surmised the bond was weakened. The conflicting emotions he felt at odd times he concluded had to belong to Hermione, and he wondered what was happening outside of the walls of the ministry and the wards of his cell. 