He hadn't expected to return to NYC so quickly but he wasn't staying. He'd only come back to hire an agency to being the process of moving his things out of brownstone. Noah's stuff was long since gone which was a good thing and Adam spent the better part of the day tagging items that were to be moved to the house he'd purchased and other things that were going to go into storage.

He wouldn't sell the house. Instead rent it out for a decade or so until he had established that things had passed and he would be fully recovered from the events that had transpired here. As he put the last tag on his dining room set he took a look at the space. It seemed a shame, he had loved this place rather a lot. He shook his head and pat the table before nodding at the gentleman who'd been following him about, giving him a few more orders as he placed on his sunglasses and grabbed several sets of keys that were sat on the kitchen counter. Leaving only the ones for the house itself as the rental agency would need them. He left the crew to do what they'd came here for and started off down the street not even giving his Manhattan home a second glance as he left off to sort out his cars.

The garage he stored them in was only a few blocks away and once there he met up with the gentlemen and his truck who'd be taking them on the, not so long haul, to South Carolina. It was a house he hadn't live in in ages. But it was needed now he thought, he needed to escape from the city. He gave the man the sets of keys telling the other to follow him inside where he pointed out which ones were his and which ones were to stay as they'd been sold and the keys had been left with the attendants. He gave the other half his payment and the address and slid into his favorite car, leaving the other to load up just as he had the movers.

The last stop was a stable that sat just outside the city. There he met a woman he'd known for ages, she was older and looked none too pleased to be here but she smiled upon seeing Adam waving him down. "Edgar! Bout time you showed up, and here I thought you'd forgotten about me hear." He shook his head offering her a smile.

"No, just got caught up with the movers." She nodded as they moved past the stalls and stalls of horses.

"I have to say I was over the moon to hear you were heading back to the estate, though it's a shame to hear your father has passed. He was a great man George. He'll be missed." She frowned shaking her head though she offered a smile almost immediately after. "Though I have to say he's certainly not forgotten, you look just like your father." He smiles just a bit, that's because he was his father. She had been hired to keep up the estate ages and ages ago. Before he'd been throw away. He hadn't seen her in years but she'd continued to be paid and he'd gotten in contact after he'd gotten out. Though he wasn't about to tell her that the man her family had known since the 1950's hadn't aged a day. It's much easier to say you're his son he'd discovered after some trial and error.

"Yeah. It was hard to move him but now that he's gone. I think it would be best for a while." He stopped at a stall and smiled opening it up and stepping inside. He was meet with a big black horse who threw it's head wildly upon seeing Adam before shoving it right into his arms nickering happily. He grabbed a tie up from a hook beside him and clipped it to his halter.

"Come on guy, I've got a big patch of dirt with your name on it."

The field is quiet as the pair sits watching the sun set lazily in front of them. It's peaceful and quiet, deathly quiet, he doesn't know it now of course but it's the sort of quiet Adam will come to miss. Uninterrupted silence, that is until the woman sitting beside him laughs dusting off the dark blue dress she's wearing as a couple of grasshoppers try and make themselves comfortable on the older womans lap. Adam turns to face the sound his usually cold face bearing a warm smile at the old woman at his side. She was weary with age but she still looks well together. Her clothing is very fine for it's time and her hair is done up in a nice neat bun, though a few strands have seemed to escape. If anything it adds to rather than subtracts.

"I'm sad the days are shortening." She says softly as she stares off into the sunset. What used to be a slow event is quickening with each passing day and this upsets her and Adam knows why, and she does too. He nods quietly as he moves to tuck back some of those loose strands that sway each time the autumn wind rustles the tall grass they sit in. She chuckles softly once more and raises her hand to touch his own. The stark differences in their skin would turn a head were there anyone here who had one to turn. But that doesn't seem to bother the two in the least. Why should it? "Soon we wont be able to enjoy the sunset like this anymore." Her voice softens when she reaches the last few words and Adam shifts his hand so that his fingers can lace perfectly with the older womans. He drags it to his heart as he shifts ever so slightly to kiss her cheek.

"Angelica, I..."

There's a blast of a car horn and Adam shoots out of bed violently, his breathing is laboured and sporadic as first as his body tries to adjust from being asleep to being awake. It doesn't matter how old you are being startled awake takes a moment to recover from. Early morning sun peaks in through the windows casting it's slightly gray and filtered winter light across the bedroom, the noise of the car horn being laid into once more just outside his brownstone floating through the small crack in his window as though there were a speaker right there. The hum and noise of every little electronic noise echos through his head replacing the memories of the soft breeze of the field that had just been on his mind.

He turns slightly and ran his hand across the right side of his bed smoothing the brown silk sheets. It's as cold as ice. A dream. He knew that. He wasn't a fool. But it wasn't often he was able to dream of something, nice. Most of is dreams are full of anger and hatred. Dark and cold dreams of death and frustration that match only his icy demeanor. But this was different, it was warm and it was nice. But it was gone.

He groans and rubs at his eyes removing a mixture of sleep and moisture as he crawls out of the bed and out towards the kitchen not bothering to dress himself after all who cared? It wasn't as though there were anyone there to care if he walked around as bare as the day god blessed him to this world. There hadn't been anyone to care for quite some time and dreams like that were only quiet reminders that there probably never would be again. Especially when those dreams were about Angelica. He stops to peak out the window to see exactly who was honking their horn. Nothing more than a pissed off commuter angrily honking at an unoccupied news paper van as though honking will make the empty vehicle remove itself from his path. Adam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Idiots." he breathes cooly as he finally saunters into the kitchen.