Almost every night Dottore suffered from nightmares. The memories of the anguish and screams of those he had subjected to his experiments haunted him.

This night, the nightmares were more vivid than ever. Dottore thrashed in his sleep, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. In his dream, he could hear the pained cries of his creations, the agony of those who had suffered at his hands, and their desperate pleas for mercy.

All the while you've been sleeping peacefully beside him.