Geneva did not dream anymore. In fact, she couldn't remember when her last dream was. Every night, she was either plagued by nightmares, or she was left staring at the wall in the dark. Sometimes, while lost in her night terrors, she would see him; reaching for her while she was dragged away to some hell, or consumed by the earth itself, or frozen by ice slowly creeping up her body. He would always be there, watching, failing to help.