No?

But, there was no pain from the fall. “What happened? My… My leg?” His leg was in a cast, a shockingly familiar cast.

He blinked briefly, and when he opened his eyes, he was in his dorm, absentmindedly sitting on the couch, an uninjured leg placed onto the coffee table, his eyes wandered, finding an open door, and soon after, an unfamiliar pair walked into his room.

“Hey Clark, how ya’ doin’, bud.” A seemingly unknown man said to him, before an equally unfamiliar woman plopped onto the couch beside him, before leaning into him affectionately.

Clark began to smile, but…

‘Where am I?’

“I’ve been good, Dante. How about you, and you too, Dalia?“ Clark responded to a suddenly familiar person, before facing the woman beside him.

They both responded they’d been fine, as well.

But, that name… She’s not Dalia…

Clark stood from the couch in a haste, drawing worried gazes from the pair, “What’s wrong Da… Clark?” An unsightly smile was on Dante’s face.

“Who… This… This isn't me anymore. Why, who are you?” Clark aggressively walked up to him, grabbing his shirt in an equally aggressive manner, “Who are you? You weren’t there?” Clark was lifting the, again unfamiliar, man by the collar.

The unsightly smile was gone, replaced by an expression of fear and concern, “What’s wrong Clark, why are you doing this?”

“Clark, stop it, put him down.” The unfamiliar woman was nearly screaming, also in faer, but that same unsightly smile flashed on her face.

“Fucking tell me!” Clark was spitting as his hands moved to the man’s neck, beginning to apply pressure to his grasp.

The woman jumped upon him, trying to pry his hands from the neck, but they didn't budge. She began to hit him, screaming to let him go, but Clark couldn’t stop.

This isn’t me anymore. I’m not supposed to be here, I’m… I’m not.

…

The worried wives were stunned to silence as a still **** Damonrose from a laying position, grasping at the empty airbefore him., vitriol apparent on his face despite his lack of awareness.

The more together of the wives were worried, but Dirpe was quick to try rushing up to him, to hug his side.

Elyra was quicker to grab her before she got too close to the agitated Damon.

Dirpe, unaware of the possible dangers, was all but thrashing in her grasp, crying to help him in some way, but before she could do anything, Lorelai appeared behind her, cast a spell, and Dirpe was asleep in Elyra’s arms, tears still streaming down her face.

“I wish… No. wishing won’t do anything, we must wait. He will get better.” Though there was hope in her words, there was despair, as well.

Dalia was shocked by Damon’s detrimental state, near tears herself she was beside an equally saddened Dovei, who after many attempts, eventually ran dry of mana to attempt healing.

Lorelai was standing a good distance from him, the danger unknown, as his **** form could do anything, his ever mighty presence dwindled for the moment, to her dismay, something was eating at his powers.

Ember was watching Damon with concerned eyes, and despite their molten state, it was apparent on her face. She was more concerned with the matter at hand, but was still beating herself up.

Elyra was quiet, and as she set Dirpe to the ground with care, a suspiciously awake Dirpe sprung from her reach, and bolted towards the **** Damon.

…

Clark snapped the neck of the fake student in this prison, before looking around the room again.

After a moment, he rushed out of the room, only to fall once again, an endless height which tore his flesh, he couldn’t care less about this dreamt flesh.

But, then he was in the dorm once again, facing the unknown woman, who’d stolen Dalia’s name.

“There’s just you… Where am I? Why am I back here?” He rushed up to the unknown woman, grabbing her shoulder, he shouted, “Let me out!”

“What are you talking about?” The woman was crying, concern evident on her face, but not nearly enough for having seen him kill someone, so that proves it.

Almost losing it, Clark grabbed her by the neck, grimacing slightly, as if he was committing a great sin, though he still angrily said it again, “Let me out!”

…

Damon opened his eyes, and he was… No, he didn’t… But he had.

The nearly **** form of Dirpe was within his grasp, and even then, there wasn’t a shred of fear in her eyes.