He's tired. Tired, tired, tired. Endless wanderings, battles, betrayals, omissions and uncertainty - every day the doctor would become more and more gloomy.

He can't stand it.

Hearing the door to the room creaking, he jerks, hastily looking around.

"Ah,it's you".

Daan sounds more exhausted than usual. He rubs his eyes tiredly.

"Do you… need anything?"