He watches Cammy twist the silver handle on the wall and water rains down. She continues to fiddle with the handles, moving her hand in and out of the water.
"There you go," she says, "that's nice and warm. Just use whatever soap or shampoo you like," Cammy continues, directing his attention to a collection of brightly coloured bottles. "I've left some clothes and fresh towels over there for you." She points to a pile of folded material and then takes her leave. He sheds the robe Cammy gave him and steps in under the flow. The water drums pleasantly against his bare skin and Cammy was right, it is warm. He scrubs himself and watches as the water escaping down the drain turns red as he becomes cleaner.
Bones crack and muscle tears. Pain from within. It's to be expected. Cold fingers in his chest. Pain from without. Panic. Fortunately there's enough of the other one left to sink fangs into its throat.
Once he's clean he turns the tap the opposite direction to the way Cammy had, and the flow stops.
He steps out of the shower, suddenly cold now the water's stopped and quickly picks up a towel. He rubs it over his skin, resisting the urge to shake, and the soft, thick material absorbs the water from his body. He manages to dress himself, using the memory of the way Klaus was dressed to guide him. When he's done he looks up to see there's someone else in the room. The man looks directly at him but doesn't say anything. He takes a step forward and so does the man. He lifts his hand and so does the man. He touches his face and so does the man. It's a reflection, like on a still pond, and it's his reflection. Intrigued, he studies his face, he's never seen himself like this before. His eyes are the colour of honey, his skin is pale and his hair is a dark silver, flecked through with black and white. He has a strong brow and full lips and he can see the resemblance Cammy spoke of.
He leaves the room in search of Cammy. He finds her in the room with the fire and Klaus is with her. He lingers silently in the doorway to watch them.
"Where's Nicolette?" Cammy asks Klaus.
"I left her with Elijah," Klaus answers.
"Klaus," Cammy says disapprovingly, "it's a full moon."
"I know," Klaus sighs, "but he's so much better with her than I am, I don't have his patience."
"Well I won't argue with that," Cammy says with a smile.
"Puppies try anyone's patience," Klaus says in his defence.
"Klaus!" Cammy says feigning horror and hitting him playfully, "she's not a puppy, she's your daughter."
"I'm aware of that, but for tonight at least there is no denying she is a puppy." A child and a puppy? He has to see her. A sound bubbles up in his throat and spills over his lips.
"Nicolette." At the sound of his voice Cammy and Klaus turn their attention to him. They are shocked at first but it wears off quickly and Klaus doesn't look happy.
"What?" Klaus growls.
"Calm down Klaus," Cammy says, putting herself between them.
"I'll calm down when he tells me why he said my daughter's name." Cammy holds her hand up to stop Klaus coming closer. The stranger isn't sure why Klaus is angry, he only wants to see the child, what if she's like him? Cammy turns to him with a smile.
"I was beginning to wonder if you could talk. Maybe you can tell us who you are?"
"Who you are?" the stranger says.
"Yes," Cammy says hopefully, "what's your name?"
"Your name?"
"It's alright," Cammy says patiently, "you can tell me."
"Can tell me."
"That's enough," Klaus cuts in, "he's not talking, he's just parroting, he has no idea what you're saying." That's not true, he just doesn't know how to form the sounds for the words that he needs to reply, but he's learning. Reluctantly Cammy accepts Klaus' words.
"Alright, I don't think we're going to get any answers tonight," Cammy concedes. "I think it's best if we just go to bed."
"I'm not leaving you here alone with him," Klaus states.
"So stay," she says with a smile she saves just for Klaus. She's clever, it's a way to get what she wants and keep Klaus happy.
"I'll call Elijah," Klaus says. Cammy leads him to a room with a bed. He climbs in under the covers and rests his head on the soft pillow. "Maybe you'll feel more like yourself in the morning," is the last thing Cammy says before he hears a click and the room goes dark.