"Huh... that's really strange." Arc played it cool on the outside, but internally he was quickly developing a panic attack. If he couldn't find his pills, he'd never sleep again. Sure, he'd sleep that night, if he could calm himself down. If not, it'd be a long set of nights, for without his pills, he would go sleepless for nights and nights, perhaps passing out eventually, but fitfully. Then there were the withdraws. The longest he'd ever gone without his sleeping pills was three days, when he was caught away from his home. A super-storm had dumped inches and inches of rain, creating a river that blocked his return route. By the time evening of the third day had come, Arc thought he was going to die then. This was shaping up to be infinitely worse.<br/><br/>A horrible thought began to enter his mind, creeping in like a worm eating its way through an apple. Clyde had emerged from the plane with Madison already held hostage, which meant that he could have been inside the plane. If he had stolen the pills... no, no they'd be okay because they would have been on him when he died. So unless Arc accidentally pulverized them filling Clyde full of holes, they'd be okay. But then again, he could have dropped them when he went down, then someone could have snatched them up during the firefight. Either way, if his pills were gone for good, then he was in deep trouble.<br/><br/>He walked back to the bedroom area, sitting down on the side of the bed, his face pale as he began to face reality. "They were my sleeping pills. A sedative i've had to use for a long time. It's why I didn't sleep back in the cave when we first met. Without them, I won't sleep, but that's not even the worst part. It'll be... like dying. A lot like dying. My cousin had to be put in the hospital because he tried not taking them. He was there for weeks trying to get better. That was with the help of modern medicine. Out here though... this is really bad, Madison."