Haydn had taken to sitting in his house with his housecoat wrapped around him, staring out at the empty apartment in fear. He could feel something on the horizon and it was getting to him. He was hungry all the time and it frightened him. He felt dirty and he took shower after shower.
When he answered the door, hesitantly, his hair was wet from yet another shower. "Euterpe," he said, his voice full of relief.