With hindsight, you regretted falling asleep in jeans. It was bad enough that you woke up in a cold sweat, thanks to your nightmares, but waking up and not being able to feel your legs was where you drew the line.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sat up and grabbed your notebook, writing down what happened in your Dream. Tommy eventually dragged you down for breakfast and eventually you and Phil went shopping together to get you stuff for your room.

Car rides with Phil were more enjoyable than with Linda, which was ironic as you hated being in close quarters with new foster parents. Linda was that much of a dickhead.

You spent most of the journey staring out the window and writing in your journal. Snowchester, despite having no snow, was pretty.

“Sorry if it’s been awkward for you so far, we haven’t fostered or adopted anyone since Techno,” Phil said, disturbing your count of how many fucking trees this town had.