Nightmares were often things in the military and no stranger to Phillip. Yet, gasping awake in his bunk, the only thing on his mind is his failure to keep you alive.

He finds himself in front of your door, knocking hard and loud when the handle wouldnt budge.

Anxiety increases with each second the door stays locked and all Phillip can see is another Shadow, a friend, laying dead before him. More than anything right now, he needs to see you alive. Standing, tired and shaken, but breathing.