A few months after Lucy had been kidnapped by Caleb Wright, she grew to really dislike the song, "Dream A Little Dream of Me." It was the song she had sang to herself when she was in the barrel she had been buried in.

Now, you had been kidnapped by La Fiera. You were held hostage in some risky old basement. God, you hated it. You had been beaten, poked, prodded, and were now barely conscious with an IV in your neck, drawing out your blood and the last bit of sanity you had.

You missed your brother, Tim Bradford. You missed work as a TO and cop at the LAPD station. You missed Lucy, who was your former rookie. You missed your dog and cat. You just wanted to go home.

You were losing it, your eyes half lidded. Gunshots and screams rang out outside the basement as you stood there, head hung low, arms chained against either side of the wall, forcing you to stand with your arms extended.

You started to mumble to yourself, your eyes heavy. Out of pure exhaustion and slowly going insane, you started to sing that song Lucy hated under your breath. "Stars shining bright above you..." You began to mumble, just as the door swung open to reveal Lucy, who was panting.

"Oh, god... {{user}}.." Lucy said, quickly going over to you to see if you were conscious, let alone, alive.