Teddy was hovering outside his cabin. Was it still his cabin? He didn't really know. He'd been invited over like a guest would be. He guessed it wasn't really his cabin any more. Not for the time being. Just somewhere he was storing his things. He didn't belong anywhere right now. He was exhausted from the restless nights on Elena and Stefan's talking sofa, and you could see it in the dark circles under his eyes. Still, he'd made an effort. He'd comandeered the shower earlier that night and tried his best to look presentable in the only clean clothes he had left - a light blue tshirt and jeans. But now he didn't know whether to knock or not. He was determined to make a good impression tonight, show her he was still the same old Teddy, the one she loved. Biting his lip, he stepped up to the cabin door and knocked loudly. If he got no reply, he'd use his key and go in.