Jasper was caught in a nightmare. He was ten years old again and trying to fight off an opponent three times his size with spear and net. Dodging the spear, he felt it slice through his arm and immedietly clamped a hand on the wound in hopes of slowing the bleeding. Glancing up at the man he could see Lord Draco watching, looking impatient as ever as the battle went on.<br/><br/>Ducking under the net and narrowly escaping capture, Jasper found himself in pinned down. Turning on his back he tried to pull the spear from where it had snagged his ragged trousers just as his opponent leered over him. Picking the young boy up was no challenge to the man and he took no time at all to break him. He could see Lord Draco shaking his head in disappointment.<br/><br/>Just as the final blow rained down, Jasper found himself in a new dream. This time he was being held back by a guard as Abigail was dragged away. He struggled to get free, to get to her but nothing worked. He watched as Abi was locked up, disappointment on her face as he failed to help her.<br/><br/>The dream changed once more. This time he was in the town and could see Kate standing over him. At her side stood Marcus, proud as ever with his sword in hand. Kate had tears in her eyes and Jasper knew he had failed her too. Marcus pulled her away and the dream ended as Jasper woke. He was momentarily lost as these were new surroundings but soon everything came back and he felt something soft over his chest. Looking down he followed the tail to the fox next to him. Kate hadn't abandoned him. He hadn't failed her.<br/><br/>He couldn't fall back asleep, and couldn't move without waking or jostling either his sister or Kate so Jasper lay still, focused on the ceiling overhead as he tried to settle down once more.