[Remembering a time when waking up in his own bed wasn't an unexpected occurrence, Donovan had spent most of his morning contemplative and distracted. Nearly burning the toast and then spilling the orange juice across the counter while staring blankly out the kitchen window at the city that hadn't noticeably changed at all during his brief absence, Donovan had far more on his mind to silently worry about.
During breakfast, his roommate's bad mood wasn't unusual enough to be immediately concerning, attributing the higher level of one-sided tension between them to the events over the last week that they both were avoiding bringing up. They hadn't ran into each other in the maze, but they both were there, and Donovan had an uncomfortable feeling that Altan knew something important that he wasn't sharing.
Conversations with Death and Bastet stirred thoughts that seemed better left untouched. Maybe he wasn't supposed to know. Maybe things would go back to normal again if he ignored it, or at least until they were involuntarily yanked into another messy situation that he had yet to understand.
But after being forcibly dragged from his chair and locked into the cramped closet for reasons that weren't given, Donovan quickly realized that the brief charade of normalcy that morning was unfortunately short-lived. At first he waited patiently for his roommate to return with (or even without) an explanation, but then the apartment was far too quiet and it was obvious after a few hours and a dozen ignored text messages and declined calls that Altan had no intention of letting him out any time soon. And that's when the panic began to set in, a claustrophobia that he was never aware of having, and he had to get out. Now.]
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