Utterly Mad

Jove slipped away in the midst of Margret's conversation. Not that he wasn't interested, just that he really needed some air for his clamping throat. Any details she spoke could be spared, he knew where to find the group. For now, he just needed to head back to his room and grab a few things and to think things over.

The rugged wall scratched Jove as he leaned against the building. Another group interested in him. As adventurous as the last. Just as dangerous as before.

The mechanical fingers wiggled. A woman screamed from the right side of Jove's brain. His blue eyes dilated, focused on memory.

As soon as it had come, it had passed and Jove removed himself from the wall and from his head as he started walking to the motel room he was staying at.