His home hadn't been destroyed, but lives had been lost, and Gaius' condition greatly worried him. He feared that the old man may die from his injuries, and the thought of losing him was almost unbearable. Guinevere was safe, but he did not know what would happen to Gaius and the injured knights. He felt relieved, yet frustrated at the fact that there was nothing he could do to help them. All he could do was watch, and he hated that.

Merlin spent the beginning of his morning by familiarizing himself with his chambers, and where things were located. He figured that it wouldn't be very convincing if he didn't even know the layout of his room, nor where he kept his things. He could also learn a thing or two about his counterpart whilst he was at it. He pulled open some drawers, peeking inside and pushed some clothes around. He made a mental note at the fact that his counterpart had gotten himself new clothes at some point, though he still seemed rather fond of his neckerchiefs. He found some green and yellow tunic in one of the drawers, a robe shoved into a corner of another, along with some underwear and socks, and a few brown trousers and one or two jackets were in the third drawer. Seems like the only difference was the addition of two new colors, which was rather underwhelming. Though, he didn't know what he had expected. Maybe he thought that he would've upgraded his wardrobe to something more 'royal' or 'upper class' considering how he was supposed to be the leader of this place. At least he didn't have to worry about looking the part.

He shut the drawers, wandering over towards the nightstand, pulling open the drawers of this piece of furniture with a great deal of curiosity. He found a single book, a few candles, some parchment and a quill and ink pot. Nothing interesting at all, though again, he didn't know what he had expected to find. If his counterpart was anything like him, then it was highly unlikely that he had a lot of belongings, and even more unlikely that he had acquired anything he didn't need.

His foot kicked a sock halfway underneath a nearby cabinet, which drew his attention towards the piece of furniture. Why did he even have this much furniture to begin with, if he didn't even have enough stuff to fill them up? Maybe someone had insisted, or perhaps someone had just taken matters into their own hands? He would likely never know. His hand moved forwards, pulling the door open, which revealed that the cabinet was practically empty, with the exception of a brown knapsack that sat on the ground. It was somewhat similar to the one Morgana had thrown his way, but these knapsacks were pretty common, so he offered it no thought. The door was shut close again, the young warlock turning around and scanning the room with his gaze.

He had halfway hoped to find a journal, or something of the sorts. That sure would have been helpful, now wouldn't it. Wishful thinking he supposed, but he made himself another mental note to start writing a journal, just in case something like this happened again. He doubted it, but if it had happened once, what would keep it from happening a second time? He half-way wished that he had taken up his mothers advice on writing a few sentences each day of what he had done, and what had happened. Maybe his counterpart would have done the same, and then this situation would have been so much easier to deal with.

A sigh left his mouth, before he strolled back towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He took a moment to appreciate the softness of the bed, comparing it to his bed back in Camelot. This bed made his other one feel like solid rock. He didn't doubt that he could sleep for days in this bed, and it really seemed to be the only thing in the room that had been kept somewhat neat and tidy.. Well, at least before he arrived and turned the sheets and blanket into a messy pile in one corner. Automatically he got himself up to his feet, turned around and made the bed, patting himself lightly on the shoulder afterwards.

There had to be something of interest here somewhere, he thought to himself, taking a few moments to think of where he would've hidden something he didn't want anyone to stumble upon. He got himself down onto all fours, leaning down in order to peek underneath the bed. There was nothing there, which wasn't too much of a surprise, though that would've been an easy find.

He didn't even know what he was looking for. The main reason he was doing this was to post-pone meeting Morgause again, especially when he knew next to nothing about this place. Stumbling upon a law book or something would've been a great find, but alas he would not be so lucky. He searched through the entirety of the room, before he found himself standing in front of the nightstand again. He got back down onto all fours, leaning down in order to peek underneath the piece of furniture. He couldn't properly see, and therefore he stuck his hand underneath the object, feeling around. His hand stopped when it touched the floor. The stone shifted at his touch.

The young warlock bolted back up onto his feet, grasping a hold of the nightstand and moving it out of the way. His curiosity was now sparked as he moved to remove the stone slab, to reveal whatever hidden treasures that rested underneath. He found himself briefly disappointed when he found a small stack of letters, neatly bundled together with string. His curiosity was rekindled however, when he realized that his counterpart had felt it necessary to take such precautions in ensuring that these letters were never found. The only reason he had found them was due to sheer luck, a desperate need to procrastinate and intense curiosity.

He was about to untie the knot that kept the letters bundled together when he heard a knock at the door.

He cursed lowly under his breath as he rapidly stuffed the letters back down into the hole, placing the slab back on top.

"Merlin. Are you awake?" A familiar, female voice sounded as the door.

"Uh, yeah! Just give me a moment or two!" He replied, moving the nightstand back to it's original position as silently as possible. Morgause had the worst timing ever. If only the woman had let him be for a few moments longer.. He fought the urge to pull his hair out in frustration. His curiosity was practically killing him, but now he had to face the person he least wanted to see, not to mention he most likely would have to wait until night time.

He wandered towards the door with quick steps, realizing on the way that he was still in his dirty clothes, and that he still hadn't bathed. He came to a halt at the drawer, quickly taking off his jacket and tunic, dropping both to the floor, before he slipped himself into one of the green tunics, throwing a clean jacket over it. It would have to do, though it felt weird, since these clothes weren't exactly his.

He kicked the dirtied clothes lightly off towards the side, making a note to take care of it later, before he carried on.

His hand touched the doorknob, pushing the door open, half-way opening his mouth to greet Morgause before he stopped dead in his tracks. He stood there, his mouth hanging half-way open, practically staring towards the woman that stood before him. That most definitely wasn't Morgause. He managed to close his mouth with a great deal of effort.

"Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost" A soft voice spoke, riddled with concern.

He couldn't believe his eyes. How could this be? How was she still alive? How much was changed in this world, compared to his own? Just how many years had passed since his counterpart had been forced to flee Camelot?

**Cliffhanger! Who could it be? I feel a bit evil for leaving you all with a cliffhanger like this, but it just felt appropriate! Also, I am sorry for not posting a chapter yesterday. Life got in the way, and I didn't find the time to write anything.**