For a little while at least, Noah was able to push his dread into a far away space of his mind. He tried to enjoy his shower for as long as it lasted and ended up using the mirror to sloppily bandage himself again, more to cover the wound so Mr. Bitey might feel bad for him... Or at least find biting him more inconvenient. During his shower, he had put the bloodsucker out of his mind, but now as he stood naked in his bathroom, a feeling of vulnerability was beginning to creep back up on him.<br/><br/>His hair was still a wet mess when he stepped out of the bathroom with the same pants as before but no shirt. In his panic earlier, he'd used the fabric to cover his cut. The cloth was useless to him now; he'd probably have burnt it if he didn't have other more pressing matters at hand. That familiar scowl danced over his face at the mere sound of the other male's voice and he didn't dignify him with an answer before he traversed to his room and shut the door. Again, he locked it even if he knew that bastard had all the strength he needed to get in.<br/><br/>"Five and a half hours..." He murmured to himself. He took the time frame he was given seriously. Before, he'd thought sleep would be far from an option, but his body was aching with exhaustion. He didn't jump to that immediately though. Noah dug in his drawers to find the silver necklace he'd been thinking about. He didn't care for the religious symbol, but if it had any effect on Dracula, it would be valuable to him. He also sorted through the rest of his belongings to find what else might be of interest to him. Unfortunately, he wasn't a very sentimental man. He could have packed clothes, but it felt like wasted effort. Surely his new caretaker would see to it he had clothing.<br/><br/>Unless he liked the idea of Noah being naked... He grimaced.<br/><br/>Eventually his tiredness won out. Noah had laid on his bed somewhat unintentionally, just wrapped up in his thoughts on the uncertainty of his future. He faded in and out of dreams... Through nightmares and twisted versions of being chased by something ominous. In a way, if he didn't have to run and hide anymore... It'd be the end to a lot of his nightmares. Dmitri was just his own version of nightmare.