Searching

Him.

A/N: Hello firstly i want to thank you for deciding to read my story and this is my first story on watt-pad so please be nice.

Sincerely;

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Rain. It's raining. Just like in some B-Grade horror movie or a 30's P.I novel. It's raining. Grey bleak drizzle that seems to speak of just giving up. It's raining. Rain that comes with a thick, damp, choking fog, which is surrounding him now as he searches.

It seems like he has been searching for hours, though he knows its only been around 15 minutes. But every second he doesn't find what he is looking for is a second too long, every second is a chance lost! A hope crushed, a dream soaked and drowned in this stupid all encompassing fog.

He is trying to be rational about this- after all he is the rational one around here, and he cant afford to let this get out of hand. So he's trying to search methodically- one area at a time. Het he can't seem to shake the feeling that he is going in circles. Wasting time.