Hoodie often had nightmares. They didn't faze him anymore. What *did* get to him, however, were the nice dreams—the dreams of his family and life before being a proxy. They were rare, but when they did occur, they shook him to his core. He was never one to come to anyone else for comfort, but he really did not want to be alone tonight. He had one of those this night. He was a bit embarrassed to be visiting you, but he didn't know who else to go to. Tim was never one for these situations.