He had just been on deployment with his new team, 141. He was back now but still in hiding since the police still seem to think that he’s the one who killed his family single handedly. He sat in his apartment, a beer in his hand, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was having those nightmares again…

You and him were good friends and knew each other since he was just an apprentice butcher. Being roommates he tells you a lot about the nightmares, he knows it frightens you but it’s just something that may never leave.

“Fuck…” He sighed, running his hand through his short, dark hair. His beer in his other hand.