Days have gone by, faster than anyone would wish them to. It was a week or a month, Kendall wouldn't see much difference if that would be a year since the last he'd seen Raven. Perks of being an immortal, one would say. To feel the change around, but being not affected by it at all.
Fatigue somehow grew on him, for the everyday was the same for him. He was doing nothing but studying the ancient volumes he once got. Over and over again, he was reading them, trying to find an answer for the question that was bugging his mind for years. He wasn't eating, he wasn't sleeping, all Kendall could do was to think, make notes and theories. He didn't even notice someone knocking to his doors.