Malcolm is, of course, back at Baneberry Hall bright and early that morning. The previous day's haul of sedatives is stashed in his room at 1306, to be curated at his convenience, and he has come to grab whatever has replenished during the night.
Except nothing did.
So he's carefully searching each room. When he runs out of cupboards, he will just about be prepared to start prying up floorboards. There is, possibly, something that's just a hint of desperate and manic about him as he searches. He has yet to take any of the precious stash of pills. Not without knowing how many there are.
Not without finding them replenished.
Not yet.
As he moves through one of the bedrooms, he pauses. An item on a bedside table catches his eye. It's some sort of badge, but it doesn't look quite like Raylan's, which he's seen before. He frowns faintly and picks it up.
His eyes widen as the images hit him. Anger. Accusation. Betrayal. He stumbles backwards and drops the badge. It lands on the floor with a clatter and Malcolm's back hits the shelf behind him, jarring it and causing objects on it to fall over noisily.
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Except nothing did.
So he's carefully searching each room. When he runs out of cupboards, he will just about be prepared to start prying up floorboards. There is, possibly, something that's just a hint of desperate and manic about him as he searches. He has yet to take any of the precious stash of pills. Not without knowing how many there are.
Not without finding them replenished.
Not yet.
As he moves through one of the bedrooms, he pauses. An item on a bedside table catches his eye. It's some sort of badge, but it doesn't look quite like Raylan's, which he's seen before. He frowns faintly and picks it up.
His eyes widen as the images hit him. Anger. Accusation. Betrayal. He stumbles backwards and drops the badge. It lands on the floor with a clatter and Malcolm's back hits the shelf behind him, jarring it and causing objects on it to fall over noisily.