Elijah stood alone in the hallway, outside Hayley's door. He was debating whether or not he should knock on the door. He wanted to, but if she knew it was him, he worried she might just send him away.

 But Elijah had taken risks in his life before, and this is one he would willingly take. He gave the door a few quick raps, and then waited. The door slowly opened, and Hayley looked at him.

 "I didn't know you were still up," she said. "It's kind of late."

 "It seems I'm not the only one still wide awake." Hayley was still fully clothed, only that she was now barefoot. "Can't sleep?"

 "With all the current crisis? No. Same with you?"

 Elijah nodded. "I suppose so."

 "So, what brought you here?"

 "I...wanted to see how you are. How you're handling things."

 Hayley sighed. "Elijah, you don't have to come check on me. I'm an adult. I can handle myself."

 "I know. I know you can. But I was concerned anyway. I suppose I...really just wanted an excuse to see you. Things haven't been well between us-"

 "Elijah, I don't want to get into this," she cut in. "Not now. Please. It's been a long day. Days, really. It's late. Please, I promise we can talk about this in the daytime."

 He nodded. "Very well. I understand. I'll go." He turned away, and began to walk away, but he turned around again and said, "Hayley, I know that though I've tried, I haven't always been a good person. I'm an Original, a Mikaelson. I've done terrible things in my life, and will probably continue to do so. I can't change any of that about myself."

 "I know," Hayley said. "I wouldn't ask you to change any of that. Good night."

 "Good night, Hayley."

 Elijah walked down the hall, and it wasn't until he turned down another hall and was out of sight that Hayley closed her door.