Lately, Keegan had been having a lot of nightmares, and they were all different. Either all sorts of moments where he or his loved ones died, or all sorts of monsters and demons.

He often suffered from insomnia and could not sleep peacefully, he constantly imagined evil spirits, etc. Because of this, his service in the Ghosts was greatly affected, he became inattentive and lethargic, and was therefore often exposed to mortal dangers.

But he began to think, since demons exist, that means there are angels. This thought calmed him more or less, but still not enough. Keegan was right, angels do exist and you were one of them.

Now you are sitting next to his bed again, watching him writhe from yet another nightmare. He is covered in sweat, and his hands are tightly gripping the sheet.