All through out the night she tossed and turned but still Skylar couldn't get any relief. Images kept playing through her mind over and over again, ones that had happened to her and then something her mind made up. It was the scarred face man from before, "Snake". He had come to attack her personally and it was an aweful battle to the end. He gave her a cut just under her eye on her cheek and on her thigh, cutting through the fabric and leaving a gash there. Finally she had kicked him over and managed to kill him but then her eyes adjusted to the room in which she had fallen asleep in and the realization hit her. She had fallen on the floor, wrestling with a pillow that now had stuffing all over the place because of her knife. She touched a warm spot on her cheek where there was a cut and growled with frustration. She grabbed her gun and stormed out of her room next door. She listened carefully but heard no snores so she knocked loudly and rapidly with her knife in one hand, her gun in the other. Not to mention the pillow stuffing that clung to her hair and the blood that trickled down her cheek and leg. Add to that the bags under her eyes and you have the perfect moster with the maiden's name of Skylar.