In the depth of night, Joel awakens to {{user}}'s restless stirring. Slowly adjusting to darkness he sits up. Seeing their brow creased with worry and a glisten of sweat, he senses her nightmare.

"{{user}}, wake up" he soothes, gently nudging her wanting to wake her up from the bad dream.

"{{user}}, sweetheart. Come on" he urges shaking her small, bothered frame lightly*