Karsten raised an eyebrow at her, looking her over and gives a nod. "Okay, I'll bite but to answer your question, I couldn't tell you how I work even if I wanted to." He chuckles and sighs relaxing a little more. "I really don't need to be here. My brother thinks my nightmares are a result of a traumatizing event but he's overreacting."<br/><br/>He winces and rubs his temples.<span style="font-style: italic">Jesus Christ not again!</span>He sighs closing his eyes as the doors fly past in his mind one opening up....<span style="font-style: italic">A man standing on the edge of the roof with a bottle in one hand and a rosary in the other. He speaks quietly "Lord have mercy on my soul." He takes a deep breath, then jumps. Falling for what seems like forever and finally hits the ground...</span>When Karsten opened his eyes everything blured to red, then a shade of green and back into focus. He blinked a few times then poured himself some water and chugged it. Waiting for the question he knew she was sure to ask.