A different approach. Yes, that's what was needed. Of course it was quite enjoyable to tromp down memory lane and dig up all kinds of horrible memories but he was getting bored. Boredom was never good, especially while he was in this state of existence and could do nothing to dispel it.

But he also had to remain patient, and that wasn't something he was exactly known for being, so what to do tonight? Keep it light, he thought as he flitted along his synapses, hiding in that dark abyss lurking in Jack's mind. Oh, how he loved that little spot. He wondered if Jack knew it was there. If he were to delve his hands into it would they come away crimson? He wanted to find out so badly but no, restraint was needed and he would see this through to fruition.

So when Jack falls asleep, he waits, letting him believe that this night might be different before he's there with him on the bed. His body doesn't jostle the bed and he simply watches from where he propped himself up on his side, head on his hand.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to come to bed, darling."