It felt a little better knowing that his band didn't mind taking a short break. As much as Adam loved to perform, to beat his heart out on the drums, he was starting to feel as though all of the running around was beginning to make his head swim. Before joining the band, he'd always stayed in the same place, never moving too often. Now, after the last few months it's been nothing but constant movement. Moving the equipment from van to stage, moving the van from city to city, state to state. Moving, moving, moving moving...

And to think of all the people they've killed. Adam didn't want to swamp his mind with pointless sentiment. They were just random, worthless humans... Right? Adam caught himself getting lost in his thoughts as he slowly dragged himself along the sidewalk, heading back towards the hotel. He wasn't really paying much attention to his band mates, not sure if they were close behind or not anymore.

He turned around to see Emil carrying his shoes and socks while Trey was following behind. Adam waited for his friends to catch up before he continued to walk. His heart was racing again at the realization that they would, once again, be walking through the darkness in an unfamiliar city, where suspicious humans might try to bring harm to his friends. Adam hated to be the paranoid yippie that jumped at shadows, but he couldn't help it. His friends were dear to him and after what happened to her...

Adam shook his head, trying to shake out the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. No! Think of something else....

"When was our next show scheduled?" He asked. He already knew, but he wanted to hear it from his friends. Maybe a light conversation would keep his thoughts clear so he wouldn't end up grabbing his friends and sprinting off to the hotel to make sure they remained safe. He was silently begging for conversation. Any conversation, he didn't care. Just as long as it was conversation that kept him from imagining the worst case scenario...