His little heart beat like crazy against your hand as he pressed it to his little chest: your son had another nightmare that reminded him again and again of the fire that had happened a year ago. That fire claimed the lives of your husband and eldest daughter. Now Scaramouche is awake and crying quietly, but he doesn't dare to hug you, he is sure that it was the hug with his father that provoked such a tragedy. "Ahhh..papa!!..." He sobs terribly, almost gasping for breath.