It wasn't the best feeling ever to wake up and realize you hadn't been dreaming about being in a nuthouse, thinking you were a demon. It got even worse when Derek woke up enough to remember everything else that he'd done back in Japan. He sat up, rubbing his eyes to try to stop feeling groggy from waking up late as the nurse came in ("Yeah, 'm fine. ...Aw, hell, sorry 'bout trying ta deck ya two days back, I didn' really mean to. Or, I did, but-- Yeah."), getting up and following her down through the halls.

He wasn't all that big on reading, so he asked to go someplace else. So, of course, that meant the place he'd dreamed he'd gone and got his ass kicked by a guy in a weird costume. Great. Why couldn' I just not be crazy when I was asleep at least? Well, he was feeling... sort of better today. He knew Reiko was here, but she'd still been calling herself Renamon... he didn't really want to deal with that right now.

Right now, he had a less dramatic problem: Trying to find somewhere to sit where people wouldn't get freaked out by the tattoos and sharp teeth. Yeah, he did still like how they looked, but damn if it didn't make it hard to talk to anyone at all respectable.

He saw someone he recognized, the only other guy here with facial tattoos. The guy that he'd gotten into a big loud argument with a couple days ago. Well, it was worth a try, at least, and he should at least apologize.

"Hey. Sorry 'bout yellin' at ya before. I wasn' feeling too good right then." Yeah, had a nice case of th' crazies. He looked sheepish and apologetic. Hopefully this guy wasn't big on grudges, or things might get bad again.