Adrian was heading down the stairs to get himself some food, when he heard the man talk. He looked new. Sounded new.
"I'm afraid you did," he said as he reached the end of the stairs and continued a few paces towards the guy. Another new-comer. When would it stop? Adrian was afraid it would never stop, and he was even more afraid of what had happened to those who weren't here any longer. He hoped they'd gone home again.
Peter turned around, looking at the new face intently. "Are you sure? I've always been really good with directions," he said, smiling weakly as the joke fell impossibly flat.
"So have I, and yet I also ended up here. But I'm rather sure that you did make a wrong turn." Adrian smiled wryly. There wasn't really any pretty way of saying it.
"And I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but you're stuck here. Like the rest of us." There was no humour in Adrian's tone, just calm frustration and well... sympathy.
"I'm Adrian Pucey." he stepped closer, stretching his hand out in polite greeting. "I've been here since..." he realised, seasons and month names meant mostly nothing in here. "For half a year. Give and take."
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"I'm afraid you did," he said as he reached the end of the stairs and continued a few paces towards the guy. Another new-comer. When would it stop? Adrian was afraid it would never stop, and he was even more afraid of what had happened to those who weren't here any longer. He hoped they'd gone home again.
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"And I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but you're stuck here. Like the rest of us." There was no humour in Adrian's tone, just calm frustration and well... sympathy.
"I'm Adrian Pucey." he stepped closer, stretching his hand out in polite greeting. "I've been here since..." he realised, seasons and month names meant mostly nothing in here. "For half a year. Give and take."
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