Stefan stood at the mouth of the corridor for a moment, staring after the backs of the children who made their way inside, lingering in particular on the pale, messy hair which marked Kaworu out as clear as if it was daylight. What did he mean, talking of fear like that? Could he read minds, like Edward? Maybe, but it wasn't much of a stretch to think Stefan was afraid — but not for the obvious reasons. Not for himself. Even last night, he hadn't been afraid for his own safety.

Or maybe Kaworu was thinking exactly along the lines he was. They were all here in search of someone. However, Stefan was the only one here for Elena, and he moved finally to the doors on the opposite side of the hall. Still keeping an eye out for any possible danger to the three he was with, Stefan tried each door in turn. He even put his full strength into it, or at least whatever had been left to him. Nothing.

And if Elena, or anyone else, was behind any of these doors, he couldn't hear it.

"How did you get in last time?" he asked after the fourth locked door, sounding frustrated.