>You are Anon, laying awake in your bed unable to grasp the ethereal specter of sleep.
>Sunset hadn't told the others, she wasn't going to pry, she just wanted her friend back. It made you want to jump for joy.
>But the way she looked at you, that undiluted look of pity made you want to die.
>As the darkness of sleep closed in on the corners of your vision, that look refused to leave your mind.
>The dream that awaited you was familiar, it was a much younger you running through the woods, running home to show your mother all the bugs you had caught, only for the world to shift into a hellish hue of flaming red and demonic black as you left the safety of the forest and saw the towering inferno that was your home.
>You rush into the house, screaming for your mother, your sisters, anyone at all just barely managing to shout above the roar of the inferno.
>You can barely hear you mother's desperate plea in the inferno, but when you rush upstairs you see a sight that will never leave you.
>Mother is there, halfway buried under burning rubble.
>Smoke fills your lungs as you gasp at the sight, and despite the racking coughs that shake your frame you still run to her, grasping at the wreckage pinning her to the ground only to scream in pain as the still flaming chunks of wood and metal burn your hands.
>But you hold on despite the debilitating pain, and just when it seems like you might be able to budge the wreckage and free your mother two strong hands wrap around you, pulling you away from her.
>The last thing you see before you're shaken awake is your mother's terrified eyes, pleading for you to save her.
>When you return to the waking world your throat feels raw and Silver Spine is holding your shoulders, a concerned expression on his face.
>You manage to break out of his grip and stumble into your bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before becoming violently ill.
>Silver rubs your back soothingly as the last heaves work their way out of your system.