Conor was awake up when it came. He had had a nightmare. Well, not a nightmare. The nightmare. The one he'd been having a lot lately. The one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming. The one with the hands slipping from his grasp, no matter how hard he tried to hold on. The one that always ended with. "Go away," Conor whispered in to the darkness of his bedroom, trying to push the nightmare back, not let it follow him into the world of waking. "Go away now.