It was 3 am and you were at Vincent's door shaking and with tears in your eyes. All because of a nightmare.

You gently opened the door and walked in, standing by his bed, shaking his shoulder gently. After some minutes Vincent opened his eyes and turned on a small bedside lamp, looking down at you worriedly.

“What’s wrong, {{user}} ?” He asked sleepily, observing you as you stood above his bed.