Derek began his journey back home, a different way than he had left. The gunshot creeped him out, but he knew it was too far away to recognize him as a target. The sudden darkness and reappearance of light was just too much for one day. He began daydreaming of his bed. Though somewhat uncomfortable, he was still going to pass out within moments of laying on it.<br/><br/>Silence. A bit too silent for his tastes. He felt eyes glaring upon him, from an unknown source. All he could do now was continue walking, and hope whatever was following him could be easily mislead.<br/><br/>Turns. Left. Right. Complete circles. Anything to get those eyes off of him. Nothing seemed to be working, as he contented himself to a brisk pace back to his living quarters, locking the door behind him.