Note: This little story came about thanks to the 31 Days challenge for May 2nd, with the theme "one by one the nights will fall." For some reason, the minute I saw the theme, I knew what it was going to be about. What really made it eerie was me listening to the last three and a half minutes of the track "The Battle of the Line", from BABYLON 5: IN THE BEGINNING. It is filled with such longing, such sorrow, and yet, such beauty...

(The title 'All Alone in the Night' is also a BABYLON 5 reference.)

This story references the events of "Unexpected Results," assuming that at the end of it all, Johanna actually manages to return to her own time.


All Alone in the Night

Night falls on Rome...

He stands on the balcony of his quarters in the Vatican, staring up at the stars, and the twin moons that hangs in the sky. Normally, he loves the night... a time when all is peaceful and still.

But the night gives him no comfort.

"How can the stars burn so brightly, without you here?" he whispers aloud. "How can the moons shine? How can the wind blow? How could you leave me behind?"


Night falls on Barcelona...

He kneels, weeping, sobbing on the floor of a ruined cathedral, as the moonlight streams in and casts his tears in silver. Normally, he craves the night, when he can let his control slip and his human side can succumb to its terrible emotions.

But the night gives him no comfort.

He longs for her touch, the warmth of her arms around him, shielding him from the sorrow and blood and terror. But the only thing around him now is the stillness of death, and he howls his grief and loneliness to the emptiness of the sky.


Night falls on Venice...

He leans on a balcony, watching the fireworks blaze and sparkle against the backdrop of the stars, reflected in the rippling light of the water. Normally, he savors the night, the escape from the troubles of the day as worries and cares slip away like shadows.

But the night gives him no comfort.

All around him is laughter, music, and the sounds of people celebrating all that is good in life. But he remembers only one woman's laughter, and he is filled with the urge to weep. His tears are illuminated by flashes of colour, but fall unnoticed into the canal far below.


Night falls on Londinium...

He lies on the floor of a cathedral, the light of the moons fractured and reflected through the remnants of a stained glass window. Normally, he needs the night, a time to dream of that which was, of that which might have been, of that which could still yet be.

But the night gives him no comfort.

There is blood everywhere, and he holds a trembling hand up before his eyes. He remembers how it feels to kill, to hurt, to suffer... but he banishes those memories to the darkness, and struggles to remember how it felt to caress her moonlit skin.


Night falls on Phoenix...

She lies awake in her bedroom beside the sleeping form of her husband, staring up at the stars, and the crescent moon that hangs in the sky. Normally, she loves the night... a time when all is quiet and serene.

But the night gives her no comfort.

She wonders if he is all right...
She wonders if he is alive...
She wonders if he even remembers her at all...
... all alone in the night.