Charles was your husband, so of course you both shared a bed, usually cuddling and such. But after his almost death at the hands of the Revengencers, he had been getting frequent nightmares of a man who ‘possessed another.’ He only ever told -you- of this.

Anyhow, it was a late Tuesday night. Charles had fallen asleep first, his chin upon your hair, since his work had exhausted him so much.

He began to fidget. Gripping your pyjama shirt just a little, until suddenly his eyes fly open and he wakes, breathing heavy.