Why was he plagued with the worst kind of luck! Why? One would think that it would be great, to have any kind of good luck at all. But in Adrian's opinion, it wasn't. Life would be a lot easier to deal with if he knew that things would always go one way or another; not in the twisted way it usually did for him. Like having a famous father. Sure that was great, but it wasn't exactly like they had ever really met. That didn't get him very far did it? And now, Noah Boot---

Adrian cringed at the thought of the other man, his feet coming to a stop. Yes, Adrian had somehow gotten out of Friday's event alive and well (how, he still had no idea), but the man in the planetarium that had saved him had been taken. Kidnapped! If that wasn't enough, after further research Adrian discovered that this kidnapped man was Noah Boot, and he was Odette's fiance! How-- how was that even possible? Out of all the people--- the one person--- it was unbelievable. The worst kind of good luck. Now there was the possibility-- Adrian shook his head again, forcing himself to move forward through the Magpies' Stadium.

He had to tell Odette. It wasn't... he knew she wouldn't take it well, but this knowledge was eating him alive; it was starting to become unbearable. Pulling back his shoulders in an anxious manner, Adrian finally found himself walking out onto the pitch. The team wasn't practicing now, he knew that, but he had hoped he would find Odette here beating out whatever issues she had at the moment. After a few seconds of searching the sky and the stands, he realized she wasn't here.

Sighing, he turned and spotted a blonde woman still in gear a few meters away from him. No doubt she was one of Odette's teammates; she would have some idea, wouldn't she? Adrian promptly walked over, too focused on his mission to remember common courtesy. "Have you seen Odette?" he asked, shielding the sun's glare from his eyes with his hand.