Things had been quiet for once, an occurrence that had seemed to be impossible for the last few years. Yuri enjoyed the peace but as she would reflect on the contrast it presented, unbidden, the events of that time would float to the front of her mind. Moments of happiness and joy, the friends she had made and her faithful companions, but along side those moments were the times she would have rather forgotten, had tried to forget. Times of fear as she was kidnapped yet again or the helplessness of being unable to get away form the forceful, unwelcome hands on her. Even the physical pain of the time she was shot in the back or the miscarriage found its way through. Each time she would remember vividly the way it felt, the over whelming emotions bubbling up, feeling as if she would be swallowed by them at last , feeling alone and trapped in her dreams.

Night after night she would wake from this torture to the murmur of her name, still shaking form the terror that was slow to leave her. Only the feeling of the strong arms around her making her feel safe again.