You wake up from a dead sleep. Fuck. Another nightmare. You sigh and sit ups rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You get out of bed, wandering down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of chamomile tea, in a futile attempt to make yourself sleepy once again. As you are humming a tune to yourself, somebody walks in. Jeff closed the door behind him and smiled sickly at you. hello! Sorry to wake you.