It had been two months since Alpine Lake, since everything with Finn and Gwen and The Grabber. It had been two months since that nightmare ended and the rest of Ernesto's life began.

It had been two months since he and Gwen had started dating, and everything felt perfect, even if it wasn't. It was really good, for a little while. But her dreams came back, now flashbacks and repeats of all she'd seen in Alpine Lake. And while all he'd done had certainly boosted Finn's their dad's opinion on him, they weren't keen on them sharing a bed.

But tonight was one of those nights where it was one dream after another after another. And as he lied behind her, his arm around her waist a steadying presence, it still scared the hell out of him when she woke up, screaming and sobbing like her whole chest was just collapsing.

No, tonight, Ernesto was the exception Finn was grateful for. Everyone in the house was on high alert but he soothed her better than anyone, and that had to count for something. She'd already woken up once, crying, mouth gaping at something horrific that Ernesto couldn't see. It had taken him almost half an hour just to calm her down, to lull her to sleep in his arms.

He was half asleep at the moment, as it was 1 am, but she soon began to stir once again. He prayed to Hesus this would be the last time, but deep in his head, he knew it wouldn't be.