It was another day, another battle. Tommy was once again running and fighting for his life—this time against Dream, his tormentor and abuser, in yet another confrontation. People had believed Dream had changed, but now he was after Tommy again, trying to kill him.

Tommy was running out of breath, and Dream was closing in fast, axe in hand and a sinister grin stretching across his face. There was a manic look in his eyes, and cracks had begun to form in his mask. Just as Dream was about to grab him, something made him hesitate. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you slid into view, standing protectively in front of Tommy with your weapon drawn.

You were shielding him. Both Dream and Tommy froze, their eyes wide in shock. Tommy didn’t recognize you—neither did Dream, at least for a moment. But something about the scene struck Tommy with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. He had seen this before... hadn’t he?

That’s when it clicked. A vivid, misty memory surfaced in Tommy’s mind—he had seen you before, standing in front of him in the same defensive stance. You had always protected him from Dream, like a bodyguard. Everything after that was blurry, but he remembered your past self.