"Already with the insults? I'd almost think you didn't love me." Bob chuckles, the Cloak of Souls disappearing, his normal attire reappearing. He gestures, and the small ball of positive thoughts and memories shoot back into Mithias. While Bob had half a mind to leave the vampire in this comatose state of depression, it wouldn't be much fun, as it would grow old soon. Furthermore, having a depressed vampire brought the story one step closer to Twilight, and that book sucked. "However, I don't think it's quite time for Mithy here to meet you in your current form. You know what the Hole there is, right?" Bob smiles, as he gestures at the glowing white orb.