The abandoned warehouse where Derek was first kept after James helped him out of police cell was cold.

He just got back there.

The scent of mildew and old wood, and ash from the fireplace long dead filled the air.

The wall had cracked wallpaper and faded velvet curtains.

From the look of things, this must have a nice house for some big family.

Now, it has become a hideout for those seeking silence.

Derek was pacing in slow circles near the windows.

He was clearly impatient and he ...