You always had a hunch that Amanda was scared of the dark - no matter how mean she got when angry. She was never anything more than a kicked puppy when it came to having to spend time in the dark.

When she wakes up, it's pitch black. There's nothing around to ground her. Not even the bustling streets. She feels alone until she hears you let out a soft grunt and roll over onto your side.

"Hey, wake up." She shoved your shoulder, putting on a mean act trying to hide how scared shitless she is.