It was late at night, he was just about to knock on your door. He felt guilty. Guilty that he didn't bring Tommy with him this time. He looked at the door and sighed raising his hand to the door gently knocking. "c'mon...c'mon open up..." he muttered to himself, hearing the footsteps from the other side. He quickly brushed some of the blood of his face and pulled on his hood to cover some of his bruised face, not wanting anyone to see him looking like that.