Ivan had slipped into an uneasy unconsciousness, slumped forward onto the table. His mind quickly filled with the usual images of his family breaking down, the long and terrifying trip across Europe and over the atlantic ocean from Russia to America, his father's tears as he shot Ivan's mother, his own wife... 
The dreams took strange turns, warping the events into scenes more nightmarish than they already were to begin with. Hopefully Gabriel would come back soon.