Cold sweat dripped down his brow. Fire-like eyes illuminated in the dark room as the young man sat up, nearly sliding on the silk sheets, a hand softly flaying in the dark before landing on the cool skin beside him.

[i]Aurora.[/i]

She was still here. That much was true. But the school, did they lose the school. He leaned forward burying his hands in his head. What was that creature? More hallucinations?

The nightmares had been more and more frequent since the Wendigo's attack. The dance, the Chernobog it all felt so real. Working as a firefighter, being attacked for being a Hyperhuman. His classmates shipped off to the Foundation.

They ate the horse.

But it wasn't real. It couldn't have been real. Amma wasn't dragged to hell. Gil didn't lose an arm. Haven and Rory weren't off playing little house in the mountains.

Had Daedalus been real? Lorcán Roth shook his head again. No, Haven's kidnapping was another part of the fevered illusion. They had all been gathered outside waiting for answers on Lorcán's condition. 

He had recovered. They had graduated. The school went on.

But the nightmares persisted.

Ünterland was calling.