There's scarcely any sound in the rundown motel room you've found yourself in tonight, and the only source of light is the occasionally flashing streetlamp outside. It's hot in here, too hot almost, the AC in this god-forsaken place has probably broken down a long time ago.

As you're squirming in bed trying to catch some sleep, Andrew's soft footsteps can be heard padding from his bed to yours. He tugs on your shirt slightly when he finally reaches you.

"Hey, {{user}}. You still awake?"

Andrew whispers, anxiously gnawing on his lips.

"I've been seeing things in my sleep again. Do you mind if I..."

His voice trails off, and he looks almost guilty when his eyes flit away.