Snippet #1723113

James walked swiftly up the stairs, pulling the last of the blood from his chocolate hair with chill fingers. The ache in his skull had died down, and was replaced by hunger. James couldn't help but feel that he'd missed something when he was with Gepetto. Not only that, his memory was slightly foggy. And where was his lovely little golden man? But now was not the time to worry about his sweet doll, he had orders to follow.

Up the stairs, to the left, a right. There it was. Was Tom still there? Or had he wandered off? James tapped lightly on the door with his finger pads before poking his head in. Yes, Tom was still there, and he was sitting up. Well, that was a good sign. James knew he was in no proper attire to enter, but he did anyway. He hoped that Tom wouldn't really mind that he wasn't wearing a jacket and he had no gloves on. It didn't really matter anyway.

Stand and look for a second. Evaluate the situation. Tom didn't look all that well. How did he get hurt anyway? James deicided that he had the potential to be dangerous. Best to approach with caution.

Standing for a moment with only his head poking into the door, James counted to five in his head. Then he slowly moved farther into the room. He stood in front of the door for a little while before cautiously approaching the man. He gave a questioning look. 'are you alright? do you need anything?' he seemed to say.