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What Adam feared, was what happened to him after his resourcefulness was exhausted. Not so much in being quieted by Bastille, or thrown off the side of the Plate, but more so in being abandoned by the group completely. A cease in communications was calculated by Adam to be a pain that would be too great to bear. He wasn't sure if it was a set of circumstances he'd be able to push on through. Life since following the barmaid from Les Yeux Ouverts and ending up tied to a chair in a darkened basement had become... Demanding. After the interrogation from Son's of Bastille's Lela and her British associate, Adam woke up in his apartment--which had been nearly completely stripped of its valuables(it should be noted that close to all of his books were untouched, and the few that weren’t hadn't been stolen, a fact which he had been immensely grateful for)--with the sour taste of either vomit, mucus, or some vomit-mucus combination in his mouth and a lightly dressed chest wound which was beginning to suffer from a red leakage and was soon to be in dire need of fresh bandages. As he came to and the blurring of his vision began to fade, he realized his door, which at first glance looked to have been simply left wide open from where he was sitting on the floor, was revealed to be, upon closer inspection, completely gone from the small apartment’s premises. 

As in, no longer there.

As in, it had been as if the door had grown existentially tired with the unfulfilling life it led being a door all these years, came to the conclusion that this whole opening and closing thing wasn't how it wanted to spend the rest of its life, made the conscious decision to unhinge itself, and finally left to pursue a passion closer to its heart. Adam guessed sailing or river rafting.

Len's left leg was crossed over his right and he rested his cheek over onto his fist which propped his lazy head up. His facial expressions were shifting every three seconds into more and more ridiculous and childish forms. One moment his cheeks would be sucked between his teeth as his lips pursed comically outward and his eyes bulged like a fish, and the next his nose would scrunch up in outward disgust for all to see and he'd mime with his thumb over to the rotund man sitting next to him as if the guy had released a heavy row of flatulence. Not content with the level of immaturity he was thus far presenting, he removed his cheek from its pedestal and shoved his fingers into both sides of his mouth and pulled at its sides until all his teeth were bared ahead of him and began quickly snapping his chompers up and down in rapid succession as if he were a large-mawed beaver futilely trying to make its way through a tree too big for him to bite down upon. His wide eyes darted left to right in a cartoonish display of confusion.

"Mr. Len?" A nurse called out from behind the waiting room counter.