For the first time in almost three years, since Alex Reagan had first stood in front of a Demon's door in the cabin where Sebastian Torres had been found, she doesn't dream. Normally, her dreams are things that are filled with shadows and demons and things that crawl up her bed and want to possess her in them. But this sleep is dreamless and deeper than she'd gotten in a while as well. It's the kind of sleep that Alex had forgotten that she could get--it's the kind of sleep that Alex had forgotten existed outside of stories, actually.

But just because she got some sleep doesn't mean that Alex isn't still sensitive to things in the room. It doesn't mean that she doesn't feel Richard when he jerks awake. The motion and shifting of the springs of the bed might as well be a rubber band that draws her into a sitting position as well. Alex blinks in the darkness of the room, not quite knowing where she is or when it is but her awareness slams into her all too quickly even if it's the cliff notes version: Strand is a demon and he needs help.

"It's okay." Alex says the words quickly and soothingly, her hand reaching out to take his own. "It's okay. It was just a nightmare."

If there was such a thing as just a nightmare with everything going on.