Arvin was awoken by the sounds of screaming. Pushing himself up, he tried to climb out of the bed. His body was too weak but he tried to fight it, clinging to the bedpost so that he could move towards the door.

Feeling increasingly frustrated and concerned, he stumbled forward, falling into the door. His hand grasped for the handle and he pushed the door open before making his way into the hall.

Even though the screaming had stopped, he didn't feel even the least bit relieved. ...