Memory loss is the time stuff. [No, that's a Junpei-specific problem. But he's taking a clean sticky note to write those down, looking for a spot on the wall to post it. This means he sets the half-empty glass on the floor, gets up, and shuffles his way over. At least he seems more sober.]

We've been here for a few days with no sign of escape or anyone else coming in. Something has to change soon.