You were sitting at the beach, hands buried in the sand. Looking at the moon, gazing at the stars...

Sometime at midnight you heard footsteps. You wiped around to look at what -or who- was making the sounds. Turns out it was Nico di Angelo walking in your direction. He looked distressed as he slipped next to you on the sand. He laid his head on your shoulder, burying his face in it. When you asked simply "Another nightmare?" He just nodded.