Adam gave his best attempt at a smile, and he nodded at his friends. He sauntered to the stairs with a lazy gait, he never did like elevators, they were always too small, too crowded. He was thankful that only the hotel staff seemed to be awake at this hour and there weren't any other humans around to suspect them of anything mischievous.

He made it to the hotel room easily and pulled out his copy of the key from his pants pocket. He didn't wait for his bandmates to show up on his floor to wish them good day, he just pushed the door open and walked into his hotel room, deciding to leave the lights off, as he preferred to bask in the darkness.

He let out a sigh and began slide out of his black jean jacket, then he pulled off his white shirt and flopped onto the bed face first. He started to think, remembering all the nights that they'd done this, where they'd perform, then drink, then dispose of the body. It never bothered him before, it didn't really bother him now, but he felt the more bodies they'd drink, they were that much closer to being discovered. Adam would rather live the rest of his life in hiding than witness the deaths of his friends and see the injustice of them being buried without a funeral. He slid off the bed and walked towards one of the many musical instrument cases he'd kept in his hotel room, he had a few others that he kept in Emil and Trey's rooms as well, knowing he couldn't fit all of his beloved instruments in one place.

He grabbed the closest case to him and sat on the bed to open it... Once open, a bright, shiny wooden Mandolin smiled up at him. He picked it up carefully and held it for a while, allowing his mind to remember the face of that woman... the one who'd turned him. He scooted over to the headboard of the bed and began to play as softly as he could, careful not to wake up anyone who might be sleeping. He started writing a new funeral song, one that would have words like a Shakespearean sonnet, one that would have made her smile had she been alive to hear it...

He said to his band members that the first thing he'd do was fall asleep, and he was truly tired, but, if he must fall asleep, he'd rather he fall asleep to the sound of his own music.