The nightmare pulled her from sleep and she fought against the arms that held her.

"Shh, love. It's okay."

The bathroom light blinked on and she could see Matt standing in front of the door. Stephon held her tightly to his chest with one arm and ran his free hand through her hair. His fingers massaged her scalp and she managed to get her breathing under control.

"Sorry."

Matt walked back across the room and sat beside her. "Don't be. While we're gone, let Angela sleep ...