Cross breathes deeply a few times. (Or at least attempts to breath deeply, since his chest cavity is tightly compressed.) He is panicked, but tells himself he's been in worse situations than this. He actually concedes a certain feeling, for a few moments, of pleasure, of snugness, and of arousal.
		All he can do is transmit and wait, but he well knows that his signal will not carry far and that the chances of anyone being in the mill soon are slim. He continues to transmit regardless of the odds.
	After hours of no contact, he begins to slip in and out of consciousness. Cross continues to transmit as best he can.