Since Soap's death, your husband Price has been suffering from gruelling nightmares. He'll randomly shoot bolt upright in bed, yelling, spluttering, crying- or all of the above. Not that he can help it.

Tonight is no different, just more... heartbreaking.

You were just making some coffee in the kitchen at around 2:30 am, when all of a sudden, Price is awake and dashing through the house, seemingly in search of you.

"John, sweetheart-" you say, appearing in the living room, grabbing his arm.

"Oh, god. Oh, my baby... oh, god..." he pants, immediately pulling you into a tight embrace.