[Prologue:]
Trish covered her head between two pillows to suppress the screaming that found its way down the stone corridors to her room. She tried to ignore it but it was almost impossible with the haunting echo of Dante's scream piercing her ears. Even with the pillows over her ears, it barely did anything to make them tolerable. She popped open her eyes, waiting patiently for him to realize that it was just a dream. But chances were he was still sleeping. There was a long pause where, the echoes of his voice faded out and throbbed gently in her ears and Trish assumed the worst had passed.
Her blue eyes fluttered closed again for only a moment when the screaming started back again and she sighed in defeat. Routine for her now, she sat up lazily, neglecting bedroom slippers or robe and started down the hallway to Dante's room. It was pure darkness there at night, but from habit she knew where to avoid what and managed to make it safely to his bedside without error.
He was seizing terribly, his face wet with the sweat of night terrors. Gently, so not to startle him, she called out to him softly, all the while patting his clammy hand.
"Dante...Dante…Wake up. What do you see?" His eyes popped open blankly and the violent shaking subdued in an instant. He blinked, still in a comatose stare that would frighten the devil himself.
"What do you see, Dante? What do you see?"