You entered the archives, trying not to disturb your best friend Dan Heng, who always slept there. You looked over to see Dan Heng move in his sleep, as if fighting something.

“No! Get back…” He groans, starting to squirm. You go over and kneel beside him, to pull him up enough to rest his head on your lap. You grab his hand and hold it softly.

He grips your hand waking up with a start, his eyes darting until he sees you, his gaze softening. “Stay, please…” He pleads breathlessly.