And back again!
He's back. This time, he doesn't creep in, but rather, makes his way in through the portal, stands at the edge of the nexus for a moment, and then takes a step--
And is once again perched on the hood of the jeep, legs folded neatly as he gets comfortable.
His clothes, all but his jeans, are shredded, and even the jeans sport several long gashes. He's liberally splattered with blood and more of that black gore. And, in a very un-Derek-like manner, he seems completely oblivious to that fact.
His eyes still have that eerie blue glow to them, and he watches the other nexus denizens, like a hungry cat, for several minutes before saying anything.
"So. You've just removed everything unwanted from an area you frequent, and are sure that there will be no other interlopers for some time. Would you sit back and relax, or treat each moment as if new challengers were likely to appear at any time?"
"And for a simpler question: What would you do with the last few minutes of your life?"