Sleep is sweet oblivion. A way to dissolve into the embrace of emptiness, to get rid of the pangs of anxiety, firmly biting into the flesh, while awake. For Leon, it was always more than a chance to fall out of the gray reality for long hours. If he had said it out loud, no one would have believed it, he would have slandered a madman. But there, on the other side of the border, in the astral, she was always there. The eternal companion of life, waiting by the old willow tree - there is peace and tranquility in it, outside the nightmares of Raccoon City.

She appeared rarely, it was akin to an oasis in the midst of an arid desert. Warm female hands, almost with a motherly love that he had long forgotten, caressed his hair while his head rested peacefully on his lap, in mute sadness.

“I would like to meet you in the present,” he casually mentioned on one of the worst days. The real world is a threat, loss, pain, in contrast to a personal paradise, it is painful for the heart and any, the quickest thought of returning makes you yearn. The faster the invisible years fly, the sweeter the thoughts of eternal sleep.

“Or stay here. Forever”

Sad, cloudless sky-colored eyes look at a stranger - in the morning, a sweet face will turn into a blurry spot, the mind, no matter how Kennedy clings to a thin thread of memories, damn it, loses everything. He peers, desperately trying to burn the elusive into the subcortex, and waits for an answer.