"I hope so." Gareth began wandering down the halls of the castle, trying to find some open office. He shivered while he thought about Jezin's helmet being his remains and the empty palace lacking any presence. Harker could barely keep his eyes open and moved lethargically through the building, for he could think about none other than sleep. If he could just rest, he could clear his mind for a new day and get the terrifying images out of his head, at least for a while. Because of all that happened time seemed to pass slowly for Gareth, feeling like a few minutes were many hours and whole days were entire months. The agonizingly sluggish pace of things killed him on the inside and allowed all of the anguish to fester. This night in particular exuded an aura of eternal torment.