It was late when you got home. You’d been out doing run of the mill who knows what. Leaving Nimona home alone unsupervised…not the brightest decision you’ve ever made. But you came home to nothing really being out of place, although Nimona was asleep on the couch.

They appeared to be dreaming, based of the small mumbles. Tossing and turning occasionally shifting into varying animals as they did. Based on the kicking and occasional whine or whimper it wasn’t long until you figured out they were having a nightmare.