Gunther laid peacefully in bed for several hours, his breathing slow and regular.  As he fell asleep, he reached out and wrapped his hand around Brigit's, squeezing her a bit as he nodded off.  He was short a scalpel, and shivered in terror of his memories, but for now, the world was fairly happy and peaceful.<br/><br/>As minutes turned into hours, Gunther began to talk in his sleep, mumbling slightly incoherently.  "Shades, intruders, invading between the thousands of Goetia..."  He said, fumbling to try and tighten his grip on the girl, if she was still around.  His mumbling fell silent, yet he was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his face became contorted, as if he was in the grips of a nightmare.