Derrick laid in a state somewhere between sleep and full awareness. He'd been a light sleeper for years now. Mostly Derrick tried to run through different scenarios in his head of the odds of being able to find his daughter. Maybe she was with a group of survivors. It seemed highly possible, if that were the case though? How was she being treated? Was she safe? Happy? Did she repress all memories of him? What of her mother? All of these questions only served to make Derrick more worried and increase the sense of urgency he felt.<br/><br/>"Stop it...." He merely muttered to himself. Derrick knew if he let his thoughts constantly wander, the only thing that would happen is that he'd die before being able to make sure she was safe and the people he was tasked with keeping an eye on would likely perish as well. Absolute focus was needed, and Derrick found himself wanting to just get the drop out of the way. He was much better on the ground.