Rob had searched the Sprawl high and low for his band, and the others who had gone to Acheron's Metropolis with him, only to vanish weeks ago.  He had gone to see Caine, and when he had returned to the warehouse he and the others resided in, they were not there.  Not the band, the Elite crew, Massie's girlfriend Katalina...not one of them.  It was like they had vanished into thin air.  In his search for his clanship, Rob had some very narrow escapes with sindicate henchmen when trespassing in gang lands and territories he had no business traipsing into.  With his depression and anxieties, his headaches, and the hallucinations which came with them, had unbalanced him to result in the crusader blood nos being dangerously paranoid.  When Byron approached him in a dark, littered alley, one week before Hell was sealed, Rob was nursing three bullet wound, and had lunged at the Primogen vampire in a blind rage, not even recognizing him as Byron.  Byron had hit him with a holding force which Rob resisted at first, his will to survive so omnescent that the far more powerful vampire's arcane forte did not even affect him.  Byron had whirled out of the path of Rob's lunge, the creole's claws raking his right shoulder deeply as he drew his sword in the spin.  After a feirce encounter with Rob that lasted all of five minutes, Byron finally got in a heart thrust which torped Rob moments after the blade was yanked from the large wound to let his blood.  Byron was amazed that Rob had found the strength to attack him at all, between the bullet wounds, and how deathly pale he looked from lack of blood.  Rob had not fed for a week and sustained wounds which had further weakened him.  His movements though swift had been stiff with a threat of torpor.  Just in case Rob had more fight left in him, Byron bound him in the holding force he had intended to disable him with in the first place, then gathering his daughter's pain in the ass progeny in his arms, he carried him through a fiery gateway which delivered them to their clan haven on Demon Horn Lake.

Rob was taken to the chambers he shared with Rhia and Tiber when visiting Castle Decasey in Morashtar, and placed in Rhiannon's care.  He could see that Rob's condition pained her and pressed a kiss to his daughter's brow.  It was no accident that when he had passed out of Acheron, all that had happened in the sprawl was forgotten by him.  Byron had woven a foolproof spell to insure that it was so.  Before Rob was taken back to club Elysium, Byron had a long talk with Rhia.  "He does not need to know what happened, Rhiannon.  His time spent there is better forgotten anyway.  If he speaks of any of it to anyone back home, it will result in his carnal destruction and his soul would hence be plunged into Hell.  The same goes for you...for me, For anyone who carries memories of Acheron, or of past times line to earth by word of mouth," he stressed rigidly.  "He will simply believe he had another blackout and was attacked during that episode.  It has happened before, and he will accept it."  He spoke to her also of Tiber, informing her that Tiber would be confined by the wards in either the clan haven or at the Inn until a time when they were sure he understood the consequences of everything he had done.  He explained also that Tiber would not be freed until he agreed to inform Byron or Lena of any action he resolved to take on another soul, before he carried out said endeavors.  Tiber was a lot of things, but he stood by his promises when given.  "You too must impose your own obligations on him, Rhia.  You must make it clear that the consequence of betraying your trust will be paid back by disassociation.  He would dare not risk alienting you," he advised her gravely.

In the days that followed, Rob was taken back to Club Elysium, and there nursed back to health on the blood of his sire and his band members.  He had been missing for a month to their knowledge, and they had begun to fear the worst.  That FoG had gotten their vile hands on him, or that he had finally attacked the wrong vampire.  His joy at being returned to his only love and Sire's side, and to his band mates and blood brothers was apparant, and he could not apologize enough for getting himself into trouble haphazardly.  "I don' know wha' happened, Red.  Last t'ing I kin remembuh is goin' out fuhr a walk.  Deh rest is a total blank...I am so sorry, love."  Rob then embraced Rhia to kiss her with a fierce passion which hardly scratched how much he loved her.  One thing led to another, and soon those two bodies which complimented one another so well were nude and tangled up together.  He made love to her for hours, she arousing him in as many marvelous ways as he sustained her pleasures with ruthless bliss.  He slept with her as the sun rose, still buried inside of her, and when dusk fell, he made love to her again.  Rob always made up for lost time with her.  It was almost midnight when he ventured downstairs to the club to talk with band, and find out what he had missed, or delayed.  One recording session had been canceled and rescheduled almost a month ago for next week.  The had several venues to play next month in London and Paris as well.  Rob had always had a knack for sliding right back into things, and in this case it helped that Byron had tampered with his memory.  Rob also started taking his meds daily, with reminders from Rhia and Massie.  He tended to forget to take them without reminders, and without them, he was at far greater risk of mental attacks and even psychotic episodes.  After years of trial and error, Rhia had found the perfect, albeit strange, combination of drugs (morphine, lithium, caffiene, and zanex) to allay Rob's attacks, which Denoir helped to supply through his pharmaceutical contacts. The drugs did not always work, depending on stress factors, but they allieviated most of the attacks.  It was not a mixture of drugs humans could tolerate for any extended period of time, but aside from being addictive and getting Rob rather stoned, the vampire suffered no side affects.  During actual attacks, the caffiene was delineated.  Rob was lucky.  Not all vampires benefited from drugs, inasmuch as some were not affected by them.