Louis was experiencing the strange sensation of returning home without having left. His mind continued to find itself confused, but understanding, of what had transpired over the past week. The very steady question of how he kept finding himself in the midst of dark magic and Unspeakables rang the loudest in his head and he mulled over the thought as he knocked on Nicola's front door.
His chest ached with the anticipation of seeing her, but Louis knew he couldn't explain why he seemed to miss her so. It had been the longest they'd been apart since they'd begun seeing each other and she had been the driving factor of bringing him back to the present. With everything else that had gone through his mind...thinking that he was being drawn back to Nicola helped ease the strain.
He almost knocked again, having gotten himself lost in thoughts. What a strange thing, having two separate memories of the past week behind him. Louis remembered vividly that he had told Nicola he would be over after his shift tonight, but it felt like a promise made in a dream, and...he knocked again.