Maxwell understood on a basic level the whole concept of photosynthesis, though in truth he was no scientist and until recently he could have cared less one way or the other. Regardless of his own level of knowledge on the subject he could understand why the 'building' was fascinating to behold, especially to the more scientifically minded members of the group. It defied all logic of the 'normal'. Maxwell crossed over toward one the vines that illuminated the room and moved his hand over the 'flame' that glowed at the tip of each. The vine seemed to retract from his presence, the flame dimming in its intensity. Removing his hand caused the flame to return to its original intensity. He was tempted to grab the vine forcefully, just to see how it would react. [colour=Gold]“Probably not a good idea,”[/colour] he said to himself before realizing that he had spoken out loud. [colour=Gold]“I guess that's not a bad idea, but I don't think we should split up either.”[/colour]

Maxwell walked back over toward the table and again picked up the violin and turned it over in his hand, before testing its weight. Jackson raised a point that Maxwell had himself avoided thinking about. What do we do when we find it? What do we do if the kid is already...

Maxwell had no idea how he would react if that were the case. As Kanoa tossed out orders Maxwell found himself left out of the equation as it were, which was not entirely undesirable. He really didn't want to go upstairs. In truth he really didn't want to stay in this 'house'. It was starting to feel suffocating, as if the walls were exerting some kind of pressure against his presence. However there was a part of him that wanted to 'push' back. A feeling that maybe he should touch the interior of the structure. Dig his fingers into the flesh of the tree.

[colour=Gold]“I'll wait outside with Jackson,”[/colour] he said, staring at his own hand as he clenched it to suppress the feeling of strangeness that threatened to overcome him. He stuffed his hand deeply into his pockets and made his way back to the entrance and stepped back outside. The difference in illumination made him winch for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. It felt better outside. He sighed with relief to himself. [colour=Gold]“What the hell is wrong with me?”[/colour] he said to himself as he felt a warm trickle run down the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand free from his jacket pocket and stared at the trails of red running from the palm of his hand. He hadn't realized how hard he had been clenching his fist.