Dreaming is an odd thing here, but you do fall asleep. You see snippets of forgotten things or at least things deeply pushed down.

Fire burning down one side of your face.

A women, a female Allen Walker, saying something that makes the blood in your veins chill.

Looking up at the sky and seeing the stars hanging on strings.

And then you wake up, and that fat man is standing over you with a never moving grin.]

Good evening. ♥