Who: Adam Monroe and Claire Bennet When: 6:45 PM Where: Stairwell, Apartment Building Rating: PG
Adam returned to the apartment building after his foray outside with a small bag of groceries. After buying them he realized how desperately he needed to get in contact with his bank, if it still existed, or figure out some way of making money. He higly doubted that anyone would hire a man with no history or identification, and he hated being a peon, anyway.
He started up the stairs, hoping that he was going the right way. He went slow; it had been thirty years since he had used stairs, aside from his achingly slow descent that morning, and his legs were having difficulties remembering the motions. He felt like an idiot, troubled by something so simple.
He was halfway up the stairs and just beginning to feel comfortable with the thought when his foot slipped, sending him toppling over backwards.
He hit the landing below with a sharp crack that made him wince. He sighed and sat up, surveying the damage. The bruising had already started to heal, but his left leg stuck out at a funny angle.
He sighed and snapped it back into place without a flinch.