[Backdated to the start of the sane!plot] For Alba
Mark headed back to his room. Ashley had just healed his mind, and while he knew he should feel happy about finally getting what he had desired after so long, the feeling just wouldn't come. He hadn't yet realized the full extent to which his mind had been changed, but he soon would come to understand. He walked back into the room he shared with Alba, standing there for a moment in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the light that was still on. He looked in and saw that the time-traveler was still up. "Shouldn't you be asleep already?" Under normal circumstances, the words might have come out with concern. Now, they carried more of a note of irritability. For some reason, he wanted to be alone with his thoughts, and Alba's presence was not helping that.