Abby tilted her head toward Ryker. "Why don't I believe you?" She raised her eyebrows and peered at him. "Hmmmm???" She giggled

Ryker watched her for a couple moments. "No idea. Hooowwwever, it is like 2 am, and I might be about to drop dead sooo..." He slowly sidled away. Towards the beloved warm bed.

Abby looked out the window. A wind was picking up and blowing leaves against the window. She followed him to the bed without a problem for once and landed head first into the pillows. "Night" she mumbled and within two seconds she was out. She slept pretty good for a good two hours before a dream crept into her sleep.

- (her dream)

Abby walked through a path in the woods when she came to a break. "Ooo" she whispered to herself as she continued walking. Wild horses ran across the field. One horse stopped to look at her. Suddenly, the horse looked behind itself, looked frightened then took off toward the herd. Just as the horse left, something jumped out at her and stabbed her arm.
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Abby sat up quickly with a screech, grabbing her arm where she had gotten stabbed in her dream. She breathed quickly as she frantically searched her arm. "But- but it-" she couldn't get the words out as her eyes slid across the room.

Ryker clambered into bed and passed out quickly. He slept rather soundly, except for the occasional stab of red hot fire when his chest tweaked with pain. He was woken with a jolt in the middle of the night when Abby shrieked. Ryker shot up so quickly it was quite painful, and he turned to Abby with a look of fear that she was hurt and shock. "Abby! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked quickly, a bit frantic- that attack had shook him up too.

"I- it was a -a dream... a- again..." her eyes adjusted to the dim light to notice that there was no scratch or anything on her arm. "I'm- I'm ok" she let out a deep breath in order to calm her breathing

Ryker furrowed his eyebrows. "Did you dream of those men?" He asked lowly, a strong look of concern marring his features. "Are you sure? If you need anything I'm right here."

"It wasn't th-those men... I don't know who- who it was. It was a guy though... " Abby sighed then laid down again, though her eyes were still searching the room. "I'm... I'm sure." She took deep breaths. "Do you have dreams..." she asked quietly

Ryker blew out a slow breath. "I'm sorry that happened to you..." He mumbled quietly, his gaze flitting down for a second as he slowly, gently lowered himself onto his back again. At her quiet question vivid memories and scenes flashed through his mind, each way more terrifying than the last. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before answering. "Sometimes."

(Sorry. I was on FaceTime with one of my friends and we got a bit carried away lol)

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Abby stared at the ceiling. "Why don't you ever tell me...?" There was a hint of hurt in her voice but it wasn't strong. "It is annoying when I tell you about mine? Is that why people never talk about dreams anymore? I'm sorry" she glanced at Ryker a few times before ultimately letting her eyes fix on her hands.

Ryker cringed slightly, rubbing his face with his hands. "You don't want to know about what I dream about..." He pretty much whispered. "No- no! Not annoying at all! Abby I like hearing about what you think and helping you. That's why I'm here." He said quickly.