Adam frowned thinking, What have I done? as he watched the stranger leave. It felt odd to be alone again. Funny, as Adam had been alone for most of his life, he didn't realize how bad it felt to be alone until he had met others like himself. The thought was brief, as it was next followed by the typical worry for Trey's safety.

Adam decided that there was not much he could do about it now. He skulked over to the living area of the apartment, which was still shrouded in darkness, and he found the couch. He sat on the couch, then sprawled his legs and arms across it. As he stared at the ceiling, he pondered over the events of this night... Then, his mind wandered to the events of every night previous... All the running he did to avoid people knowing his secret. All the savage killings he did. Yet, he was numb to it all.

He wondered if this was really how he wanted the rest of his existence to be... Did he really want to run from everyone and everything? Moving from place to place as quickly as he could whenever things went south? Adam wanted to shut off his brain for even a few moments. This thinking was too much and he felt there was no point in replaying his memories over and over in his mind like this. Adam closed his eyes and did his best to rest, though sleep did not come easy.... (When it came at all.)