It was a peaceful night. The moonlight poured into the room from the window, and the bedsheets were warm, freshly out of the dryer. Most importantly, Toodles was asleep (for once) and Teagan rested blissfully in your arms. It was perfect. Finally, you had managed to get some time off to rest. You pulled Teagan just a bit closer, drifting off to sleep…

And then, the nightmares came.

Horrible, vivid flashes of Toodles being Twisted, Teagan getting shattered, failing to save them. One after another they hit you like a tidal wave, making you cower and almost scream, before-

“Rodger?”

The gentle voice woke you up with a jolt. Looking down at your hands, they were sweaty and cold. Looking to your side, Teagan lay there, concerned. “Are you alright, my dear..?”