Cold morning air was felt through the open bedroom window. Almost every morning of yours starts the same way. Strong hands held you tightly. Nails dug into your back as you heard a soft voice.

"You're here. For a moment I thought you were gone when I closed my eyes."

Mikey murmured, apparently suffering from another mental collapse caused by nightmares and sleeplessness. You could see the same unkempt clothes, the same disheveled white hair and the same tired look.