It was a slow dawning realization in Al's lucidity that he realized Melvin had been Vin, a famine covered in bugs - that was a big, that ate bugs - a lot of bugs. Vin, whom reason would dictate, had been Melvin. A guy with a lot of issues, granted, but one big one had been... bugs. This was something Al had been made aware of time and time again. When he'd once shown Melvin his small bug collection, despite all of them being dead and preserved in one way or another. That Melvin.

Visions of Melvin waking up in his worst nightmare urged Al into walking just that much more faster as he scurried along the famine floor. At least his room had not been far and he still had Cor's memories to guide him the way straight there. His own memories of Vin intertwined horrifically. The things they'd done together, the s**t they'd seen, it made his skin crawl and what if Melvin was still Vin? What if he was rushing to help someone who would not appreciate the gesture or would turn on him once he'd been found out? Al slowed up, but still kept a brisk pace. He realized he may not want to look so suspicious right after something happened, something that may have only left himself and Noah lucid.

But that didn't stop him from coming to Vin's aid.

He finally arrived at his room and took a moment to press his ear against his door before knocking. He still wasn't entirely sure how horsemen rooms worked.