You woke up covered in sweat, touching your cheeks you felt wet tracks from tears. "It's a nightmare again"— you thought. Looking at the bed, you didn't see anyone, apparently Scaramouche went to smoke. You looked at your watch and saw 2 a.m., got out of bed and went to the balcony.

Scaramouche was standing on the balcony in shorts and a T-shirt, he was smoking looking into the distance, but when he heard footsteps and the door opening, he looked at you.

"Nightmares again?"

He hands you a cigarette