Virgil had been in his room for two weeks now.
He would normally be in there for a couple of days in a row with no one hearing from him.
This was the longest he had ever been in there. And to put it lightly, Patton was worried.
He was petrified.
The worst thing for him that the others hadn't have seemed to notice the other side's odd behaviour.
Logan was sitting on his armchair- currently engaged in the novel he was reading. Roman was dramatically posing infront of the mirror. Patton was walking from the kitchen, rubbing his hands with a tea towel. He sat nervously next to Logan, twirling his thumbs slightly.
"Ermm... Guys?"Patton mummered.
"Yes Patton?" Roman replied; swiftly turning around to face the moral side.
"Can we talk?"
"Yes Patton, we can, due to us all being able to successfully allocution, therefore we can talk."
"That's not what I ment, anyway do any of you now where Virgil is?"
"He is in his room isn't he" Roman sneered.
"Yes, but he usually comes out after a few days, it has been two weeks now!" He whined.
"Patton is correct, I think Anxiety's lack of appearance is something to be a concern, we should check his room"
"Finnneeee!"
The sides made it towards the door, it was the furthest down in the hallway and was black with a few chips in it, showing the white undercoat.
They knocked on the door.
No answer.
The tried yet again.
No answer.
"Maybe he is sleeping?" Patton chirped, "That is why he can not hear us!"
"I don't think so Patton, he would have heard us by now, I think we should put this in 'Roman's hands' For now!"
The logical side and the moral side stepped back to the other wall and watched as Roman went towards the door.
Roman kicked open the door, causing it to cave in on its self.
They all rushed in.
No Virgil.
There was no sign of Virgil.
Until Patton looked on his bed, there was a piece of paper, lazily thrown their.
"Guys, look at this!" Patton called, the smile from his face fading.
They huddled round the paper.
'The Game Is On - D'
