As the night fell upon Thalerhof, heralding the end of the day and the time for rest, Helen had laid on her bunker bed for hours in a fitful slumber. She spent hours drifting in and out of sleep, fading into calm, blissful oblivion one moment and then staring at the ceiling the very next, writhing and twisting beneath her sheets as drowsiness and restlessness fought a fearsome duel in the recesses of her brain. After about the third time she woke up, she attempted counting sheep and thinking of utterly boring things like math problems, taking deep, calming breaths in order to ease her agitation. But it was all for naught. She was wide awake by now and it'll take hours again for her to feel like sleeping again. What to do? As she sits up, a long huff escaping through her lips, she decided to go for some fresh air, leaving the room with caution as to not wake anybody up. Except as soon as she steos outside the sleeping quarters, she remembers the horrific nightmare had the night...