Alex was starting to worry about Issac. While it was true he was an insomniac, it wasn't usually quite this bad. Usually he wasn't talking about seeing colors. Usually his sentences made sense. Now, though...it was a bit mangled, and Alex noticed this with concern. He didn't know how to help, beyond making one of the more powerful sleeping potions that he knew of.
He had, however, procured pizza, as promised. He tucked a small vial of the potion in his pocket and set out for Issac's trailer, supplies in tow. Hopefully he'd be let in, but if not...well, he was stubborn. He could wait, if he had to.
"Issac?" he rapped gently on the door. "You in there?"