Mike stared emptily at the bowl of pale, gray slop sitting on the table in front of him. He'd lost track of how long he'd been on the island, though he was pretty sure that they'd had four—no, five—challenges so far. The days all seemed to blend into one when you awoke to Chris' insipid voice and Chef's sickening cooking every single morning. He sighed. He'd had enough. All he really wanted to do was go home. But he wanted to patch things up with Zoey first. He wanted her to know that he genuinely cared for her, and he wanted to overcome his disorder in the process. At least now that Dawn had been eliminated, there wasn't a risk of anybody revealing his secret. Unless, of course, Cameron broke his promise, but Mike couldn't imagine him ever doing something like that.