He gets a few more feet before his head starts hurting, the worlds spinning- Before he starts cussing under his breath, trying to stay upright.
Update: He figured out where Yarnaby is. He's also learned that a lullaby is an effective means of calming an angry kitty.
And the honest thing is that he's following the fresh air and he will get out of this god forsaken building.
He needs out. He's a caged rat held to the flame and he's burrowing the only way he knows how.
Watching Doctor Sawyer argue with the little guy in his head and assuming he's dreaming like a dog does.
He's writhing on the floor. Is @LXGICIAN sure all the meat in the fridge is good ?
" . . . Nobody has ever left ๐ฆ๐๐ก. "
He offers, trying to counter the pessimism. Not that he was making any real progress towards his goal. He was programmed with different priorities than his base desire.
" Just you wait. We'll get sun on our faces again. Well- My face. +






