You jolted awake from your nightmare, eyes wide and your heart racing. It was vivid. In some sort of battle, you and Marco got separated and you found his dead body, stranded and alone, hours later. It felt like a warning. Hesitantly, you turned your look below your bunk where Marco sleeps. He was already looking up at you.

“Jean, are you ok?”

his whisper was soft and concern was painted across his face.