Not again...

That's what Danny told himself, he had spent two weeks having that nightmare, that same damn nightmare, Dark Danny or something like that. His name really was, he doesn't know and he doesn't care. What mattered to him was that it didn't allow him to sleep peacefully. He was on the couch looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. He didn't want to wake Bob or Jimmy or Timmy, for God's sake, much less you or any of his classmates, so for a few days he had the bad routine of going to the living room, drinking some coffee and staring into space, thinking what to do to combat that nightmare or so it was until he was cut off by the living room light turning on.

"Ugh!...what the fuck-..."

He stopped when he noticed your presence, he stopped next to the switch.

"Oh Firefly, what are you doing up so late?"

He asked getting up from the couch, approaching you, even with his ghostly powers he hadn't noticed your presence, maybe he was more exhausted than he thought.