Adam stood up and started walking to the other side of the cell, waiting for Jigsaw's displeased voice to say that he was not finished and that he had to come back, so he could refuse, and with that, start his revolution.
But Jigsaw didn't say anything. He watched Adam for a while, then stood up himself and started walking to the door.
Adam got a déjà vu feeling of Jigsaw walking away, leaving him alone, locked away to be forgotten forever. He couldn't stop himself from calling out.
"No! Please, don't leave me!"
Jigsaw turned around and looked into Adam's frightful eyes, not getting immediately what Adam's problem was. But slowly, his confused gaze turned into and understanding one.
"Don't be afraid, Adam. I'm coming back. It's different this time."
Adam nodded calmly. Actually, he knew this, he'd known this all the while. But he didn't understand what had happened these few seconds. It made him afraid, because it seemed like he was losing more and more control.
Jigsaw slowly turned around again and opened the door. He waited for a few seconds, to listen if Adam would say anything else, but when he didn't, he closed the door behind him.
Adam sat down on the hard prison bed. Jigsaw had left a blanket and a pillow there for him. He suddenly felt how awfully cold he was, he probably had been too afraid to notice something else. So Adam took the blanket and wrapped it around himself. He was still shivering a bit, but the blanket was warm and soft, he would be warm in a little while.

Adam rocked himself back and forth underneath the blanket! He doesn't want to think, doesn't want to feel anymore! After a while he's all calm and he's only half-councious. So he lays down, slowly and calmly. The panick is gone the only thing that remains is the emptyness and the lonelyness of being locked up. But he's still able to fall asleep eventually. He wakes up from a door that's opened. Not a normal door, a prison cell door. He feels that he still hasn't slept really tight. That's probably the reason he wakes up from the sound of the door. Adam turns his face to the place where the sound originated, jigsaw was standing there with a plate in his hand. The door of his cell was open, he had to run now, "come on Adam! Isn't this the chance you've been waiting for ?" his headvoice always had to interfere with stuff like this. Adam quickly stood up but jigsaw heaved his hand. "Don't do it, Adam! Don't even try!" the fear occupied him and he did what jigsaw said. "later!" adam responded his head voice. "oh come on! You know you're not gonna do it! why are you such a pussy, Adam? " Adam looked up but jigsaw had already closed the door again. He'd left the plate, though. But that didn't matter, now. He was too late. "I'm not a pussy. I'm just waiting for the right moment. Right now it was unexpected." Adam hoped that his headvoice would shut up, now. But of course it didn't "oh, Please…" Adam could feel him roll his eyes. "come on, Adam tell that to a complete stranger but not to me. Like you're the kind of guy that makes plans. You're not Lawrence are you? " and again Adam couldn't find an answer. Always that stupid voice. And the worst thing about it was that it was right! Angrily, Adam stood up and walked to the plate on the ground. He was not hungry but he wanted to eat, simply because there was nothing else to do. And to make things even better, jigsaw had made spaghetti for him. He hated spaghetti. "you're lying, Adam. You don't hate spaghetti at all. You accually wanted your parents to make it for you all the time!" oh couldn't that damn voice leave him alone for once in it's life. "well than my taste changed! And now shut up and leave me alone. I'm trying to get this damn… thing into my stomac."