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Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels Adam was beginning to get anxious. When he'd first discovered Peter was gone he had hoped they were just in different parts of the building. After all, they were meant to be checking the place out for secrets and treasures over the week and he knew Peter was very good at sneaking around quietly. But a couple of hours later, he asked several people by the door, and they all seemed sure Peter had actually left. His fingers beating out a quick panicked rhythm against his hip he walked about in a haze, trying desperately to be busy doing something. He couldn't go out to find Pet. That much was obvious. It was a deathtrap out there and as far as Adam was concerned, everyone who'd stepped outside was a fucking idiot. If Peter had died out there all he'd be doing was going out to die too. Besides, it wasn't like he care-- It wasn't like he car-- Okay, so maybe he cared a little bit, but not enough to run out into Longnight. Instead he sat on a chair near the door, arms folded, keeping a vigil on the entrance. Either Peter would return or he wouldn't; Adam spent most of the time trying to convince himself he'd be fine either way. But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean