Aaron drifted deeper into sleep, into the realm of dreams.<span style="font-style: italic">He finds himself walking down a wooded bath with red rose petals blowing across it, sunlight streaming in from between the branches. Rose is walking up ahead of him, almost out of site. She turns for a second, probably to see if he's still following her. Then the scene shifts. Darkness surrounds them, figures shifting in the woods around them. Rose takes of running. He shouts, trying to get her to come back to him. He can't protect her from that far away. He breaks into a run himself, trying to find her in the inky darkness falling over the path. He goes into an all out dash when he hears her scream. He dashes into a clearing, low lying branches tearing at his clothes and leaving scratches on his skin. A shadowy figure has Rose held hostage with a gleaming blood red blade to her throat. She tries to fight a little, but his grip is to tight. "Don't hurt her, it's me you want," he pleads. The figure smirks before quickly drawing a thin line of blood with the dagger. She gasps in pain, jerking back from it. </span><br/><br/>"ROSE!" He comes up out of the bed gasping for air, covered in a cold sweat. It takes a second for his brain to short out where he is exactly.  It takes a couple deep breaths to banish the feeling that he can't get enough air into his lungs. He relaxes fractionally when he hears footsteps pound on the stairs.