Koizumi had woken up to a nightmare. So much had happened in the past week, so many friendships that might now be broken. How would Aqua or Sarah react to how he'd turned them, attacked them - how he'd treated them with such disrespect, as inferior? He'd attacked Rapunzel too, and Jack, and half a dozen nonfictionals. What would Aisling think of the deer he killed, and how he'd lost control during the Dark Hour? And what would Sheska think of what had happened - turning her, then kissing her like that, and generally behaving as if she was his, in more than one sense of the word. He wasn't sure which, if any, of these friendships would ever recover.

However, he was most worried about Lin. Nothing that had happened between them really bothered him, for his own sake - he obviously didn't blame her for any of it. But things were rocky enough between them already, with her guilt over what had happened during the mess with the timelines - he knew what she would think. He couldn't let her believe that of herself, leave her to make things worse in her head than they really were.

He made his way over to her apartment, not even waiting to get breakfast. But when he found himself in front of her door... he hesitated. He sighed, frustrated with himself. Was he afraid of what she thought about what happened? Or was he afraid of his feelings about it? And if the latter, was he afraid that what happened wasn't what he wanted, or that it was? All of these were questions he wasn't sure how to answer.

He glanced out the window, noting that the sun wasn't even peaking over the horizon yet. It was still early. If he were still a vampire, he'd be climbing in his coffin about now. He shook his head - this wasn't something he wanted to wake her with.

He leaned back against the wall outside her door, sliding to the floor and putting his head in his hands. He stayed like that - quiet, unmoving - until without warning the door opened beside him, and he was abruptly looking up at her, caught off guard. "Lin..."