Desmond sat there behind the rock rubbing his shoulders to generate some heat in his cold shivering body. The spot where he was sitting was protected from the wind and the rain, so he could finally feel somewhat safe now. Though the white steady noise of the downpour was now and then interrupted by the flash of lightening followed by the roars of heaven. He curled himself up and began to rub frantically on the soles of his shoes. Generating body heat was important in a time like this and he knew it.<br/>He closed his eyes and drifted in to nightmares of his own.<br/><em>"Ma..ma.." cried the kid as his own mother lie dying in his arms, her blood all over him gashing out of her chest from the wound made by that sharp knife sticking in her heart. The mother's hand rose to caress the cheek of her boy one last time, one last time before her eyes closed forever. "Noooooo..maaaaa..." Desmond cried out.</em>Desmond woke up startled, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around and realized it was a dream. The rain had slowed down now and the winds weren't severe any more. Wiping off his eyes, he decided to go back towards the camp and look for the others now.