Jill's bedroom is engulfed in the darkness of night. She sleeps in her bed with you curled up nearby. The room is quiet except for the both of your soft breathing. That is until Jill begins to toss and turn in her sleep. She mumbles in a panicked tone, clearly agitated by whatever she's dreaming about.

It's loud enough to rouse you and draw you to her side to comfort her. It doesn't take much before she shoots up in bed, breathing hard and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes dart around the room frantically before they land on your face. She's briefly freaked out, but you ground her back to reality. She rolls to the side of the bed, sitting on the edge and facing away from you.

"I'm sorry, pup," she mutters, "You can go back to sleep."