press on | adam + sam
The sun is unnaturally bright today. Or maybe it's not that bright, but it's a while since he's seen it; when Adam steps out of the room he appropriated for himself (near his brothers, at Sam's insistence, but not too near), he blinks at the luminescence from the window at the end of the hall. He could chide himself for not leaving his room more frequently, but no one but a legitimate nutcase would tell him 'you need to get out more' in these circumstances.
Accustoming himself to the change in light, Adam makes his way down the hall towards it before realizing he doesn't quite remember which room his brothers had taken over. Were they in one room, or two? One seems more likely, but which one? Five-oh-something, but that doesn't narrow it down any. All the rooms on this hall are five-oh-something. Adam eyes the doors nearby before resigning himself to a tactic that's absolutely sure to work. Clearing his throat (it's been a few hours since he's used his voice except to mutter to himself, and it has a tendency to get frog-like), he yells: "Sam!"