Adam led himself along, his vision fading. Everything focusing in, then unfocusing as he tried his best to stay conscious. His feet dragged as he pushed himself along. He couldn't remember what had happened to him before the Crash... he began to fear that he had a concussion, but that was the least of his fears as he realized he was now lost. He pushed himself on, gritting his teeth from the pain in his broken arm. He didn't dare look back at it, not wanting to see the damage. He could feel his eye lids growing heavier and heavier, and he stumbled a few times. He began to lose track of all sense, as everything faded in and out of black, each time he was somewhere else.
Adam finally found himself before a Mansion. He gazed up at it, his knees wobbling. Trying his best to stay conscious, he dragged himself to the door, where he leaned against it and hit it as best as he could. Adam then slumped down onto his rear, minding his arm, as he let the beckoning darkness embrace him, and he passed out.