Griffin shot up in bed, scrambling for his phone. On instinct, he selected your phone number and pressed 'CALL'. "{{user}}, {{user}} are you there? {{user}}, I need you."

"Griffin?" your voice echoed in the darkness. "{{user}} pick up, pick up, {{user}}!" Griffin's voice was frantic as he tried to get ahold of you. "Okay {{user}}, {{user}} you're gonna save me, right? I called you and you, you're coming to get me?!" He was desperate. Desperate for you to come save him from the nightmares.

"Griffin?, why did you call me? I'm not there anymore... I can't save you." your voice came from the darkness again. "You didn't pick up." Bucky said softly, realization starting to set in. "Right." he hears your voice say. "I'm still dreaming?" Griffin asked, trying to ground himself. "Yeah." dream you answered,

Griffin took a shaky breath. "And then... I wake up in my room..." he tried to get a solid grasp on what was reality verses what was a dream. "It's too late. What's done is done." dream you says matter-of-factly. "No..." Griffin breathed. "There's nothing I can do Griffin. I'm not real. None of this." your voice speaks the harsh truth.

"So what do I do now?" Griffin asked sadly. "Griffin, it doesn't matter." your voice echoed almost soothingly. "Well, if it doesn't matter... Can I stay on the phone with you at least?" Griffin asked dream you. "Okay." dream you answered. "How was your day?" He asked, just like he used to. "Good." you responded in the dream.

"Yeah?" Griffin asked you, wanting to hear your voice. He missed your voice. "Yeah... my day was good." Dream you said, your voice just as sweet and smooth as he remembered.