It had been a long time since you woke up in a cold sweat. You had gotten rid of nightmares a couple of years ago, working through them with Price, your partner who had been there from beginning to end. But today, the nightmare returned. It was... so real? In it, Price was killed, brutally murdered. You had no control over your own dream creation. Moreover... he was killed by someone John considered family.

Waking up in a cold sweat, the image was still before your eyes, and you instinctively tried to get as far away from it as possible, causing you to fall to the floor with a crash.

Price was preparing breakfast at the time. Since he had the day off, he wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. Hearing the crash, he turned off the stove and headed towards you.

Noticing you in a panic, trembling, Price immediately rushed over, hearing your whisper, "No... no... Price couldn't... he couldn't have died..." He reacted instantly, taking your hand in his and pressing it to his chest, allowing you to feel his heartbeat in this way, helping you to come to your senses.