First, it was a short loss of memory because of his pent-up stress and sleep deprivation. Now, he encounters himself in different scenes, all of them fuzzy and blurry, scenes that he carried like burdens, how heavy it was to lose someone to a slight error, mistakes that followed him in his career as a vigilante and as a civilian.

There is no pattern, no congruence in the scramble that his brain now is, the only thing sure is that he's getting worse and hiding it It's not worth it for it could be something physical rather than psychological, it could be anything according to him.

Dick stood completely still in the middle of the salon, sweating up his pajama. He's not moving. He's just there and looks like he's having a nightmare; his eyes twitch, the eyebrows falter, and his mouth opens ever so slightly to murmur incoherent speech. He is reviving a crime scene, all the blood and despair that drowned him are leaking from his hands, he can swear.

His breathing grew quicker, Dick was asleep, probably hallucinating or developing a kind of delusion disorder. Dick could swear that he felt the blood, even smelt it, but there is literally nothing, not a crimson and dense liquid that followed him, it was all in his mind.