[ Jim keeps half an ear on his messages for the rest of the morning as he dozes on and off between trying not to think about food. he's not sure why he even expects an answer; it's not as though he'd actually said anything that required a response. Alone, miserable, and hungry he can admit that maybe he just misses Zack. That's why, when he's finally given up hope for a response, he sends a second message: ]

Zack? It's - you know who it is. Me. I wanted to - check in, I guess. See if you were okay. But I can just ask one of the others, it's okay. I'll see you later.