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[She wakes up screaming at what is, relatively speaking, three in the morning. It's a nightmare, the first really bad one since she died. She tries to remember what it was, what exactly, but it's all a blur; she remembers screaming in the dream, too; she remembers a lure; she remembers blood, lots of blood; she remembers a song. Ein Männlein steht im Walde . . . She remembers not being able to breathe. She remembers her mouth was full.]

[The first few nights, she calls people. She asks for help. After that, she wanders the halls, unable to get back to sleep, unwilling to lie in the dark any longer. Her hair is tied back, a scarf tucked around her shoulders, but her scar still stands out against the pale clamminess of her neck.]

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[Night one, she calls Ben. She is crying, her voice muffled (she is using the bear as a pillow, as something with which to dry her tears).]

I'm not hurt. [She has to clarify this first, so he doesn't fear for her, so he doesn't hurt for her. This is how she protects him.] But I need you. Please. If - it's not too late.

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[It's instinct to contact him. Maybe it's bad instinct. But it's what she reaches for the second night, once she's calmed herself down enough that she's no longer hyperventilating. Once she feels mostly human again.]

[It's midnight. She sounds as chipper as if it was noon.]

What do you know about brain chemistry?

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who has nightmares

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Everyone. Some worse than others.

I do.

[Ben doesn't normally need much sleep; he's been taking more recently, unsurprisingly, and it's even deeper than he's known for a long time as his body reacclimates.

So he is groggier than is customary for him when he answers, but he is awake the moment he hears the tone of her voice, and what she says first. His reply is immediate.]

It is not too late. Where?

Not so much anymore, but -- sometimes. Guess it's silly to ask if you're okay.

Not as many as you'd think. But some. Enough.

[He's been in better moods, but he's been in worse ones too. Doesn't know her well enough to try and read past the cheerful tone, but between the hour and the action of direct contact - it gives him pause, at least.]

I'm hardly an expert. Why ever do you ask?

They've become woven into the fabric.

Herself and one other.

[He doesn't really have insomnia. No bad dreams, not really. It's just that when he woke up, he couldn't get back to sleep. And it's kind of good to know that he can get out of bed and take a walk and do it, like, consciously. And now wake up in his boxers somewhere.

Okay, mostly he just wishes he could get back to sleep.

He's in the middle of a yawn when he spots her. Well - he smells her a few seconds before he spots her. But he doesn't really like to talk about that.]

Hey.

[He gives a sleepy wave.] Can't sleep either?

Yes.

They're getting worse. More frequent and I wake up terrified and I don't know why.

Sorry. I know that doesn't help much.

Every night. Warm drinks help.

Everyone. Even if you haven't seen anything real, your mind will make something up.

I don't, but only because I don't sleep.

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How often do you have them?

[David is usually around at unusual hours. He doesn't sleep, so he usually finds himself in the infirmary working what would probably be called a graveyard shift, or playing a game of HORSE by himself in the gym, or reading in the library or otherwise just wandering about, enjoying the relative quiet and solitude provided by most of the other passenger's sleep cycles. It reminds him of his time on Prometheus before the crew had been awakened, and he enjoys the time alone.

That being said, when he spots Abigail wandering the halls at a time when no sane human is awake (and people would probably agree with him that the nocturnal vigilantes on board aren't entirely sane), liking his alone time obviously isn't enough to make him just walk right on by.]

Abigail.

[It's a question, and as close to concerned as he's going to get. Why are you awake?]

Everyone, I'd imagine.

You, I'd guess.

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