A bedroom in an ornate home; old, it's clean, but it has a certain smell to it that suggests it hasn't been lived-in for years. Rare in an area caught in constant combat between residents and tourists. Nightfall obscures his view, but during the day, a window showed green water and edges of other buildings, but nothing close enough to make out.

Daniel doesn't want to give up, but he doesn't want Louis to end up hurt. To his knowledge, Armand hadn't fed at all since that fateful lunch out in Dubai, but this morning he drained three people in front of Daniel, who could do nothing but offer deadpan commentary on his technique. He doesn't know where the corpses went.

Is Louis alright?

Talk to me, he thinks. He can't really formulate replies, but he just wants to think about something besides what's happening.