You woke up suddenly with sweat dripping from your forehead and your breath missing. The cabin was silent, and the cold outside was biting, as it had been throughout the months you spent there.

Ever since the plane crashed, you hadn't had a good night's sleep.

"You had a nightmare too, didn't you?" Lottie was standing next to you, sitting in the doorway, looking outside. "Come, talk to me."

You didn't understand how you would help, especially talking to Lottie, the weirdo.