It'd been a long day, and Connor had finally gotten to rest. He laid his head down on the pillow, slowly closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. Recently, he hadn't been able to relax much, as the thoughts of the revolution kept him awake. The events took place months ago, but he couldn't help but feel like something was still off.

Every time he dreamt, he was transported to some strange fantasy world, and you were always there... Patiently waiting for his arrival.