Isaac smiles and thanks Hayley before he disappears into the bathroom, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. Pulling off his overcoat and the one-sleeved shirt underneath, Isaac looks into the mirror at the numerous scars criss-crossing across his body, most of them he doesn't even remember obtaining. What's more, there are the strange markings on his right arm. Looking at them, as well as the scars, he can't help but wonder, [i]Who am I? Why can't I remember anything?[/i] For once, not having anything to say, Vincent stays silent. Sighing, Isaac finishes stripping down before he steps into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he steps out of the bathroom, dressed in his shirt and jeans with his overcoat thrown over his shoulder, feeling more refreshed than ever. "Thanks again for letting me use your shower," he says, loud enough for Hayley to hear, just in case she was in her room.