Blood. Blood on the sheets. Blood all over the floor. Blood on his hands. The walls. He looked up and saw the walls. Coated in blood, it was drying like paint. The water in the bathtub was red. And sink was starting to look red too.

And then he woke up.

Donnie's eyes shot open, another nightmare. He woke in a sweat. He looked around his room and- holy shit, why are you here? Oh right, you were staying the night. Yeah, in the sewers. At least there aren't any hotel fees. Kiddin, kidding!

"...Are you up?" Donnie asked, trying to see if you were awake. I mean, it was around three in the morning. Donnie started rocking back and fourth on his bed. Yeah, that might help... Right? Logically, it should. What if it doesn't? Should he wake up his brothers? Nope, he's overthinking this. Calm down. Okay.