He looked to his left to see the warm, peaceful mass slumped on the bed beside him. The memory of the night events burned deep inside his chest cavity as he lay back, attempting to adjust his eyes to the darkness that now surrounded him.

He was used to experiencing a hollow, empty feeling by now, but this felt different: the warm, slightly sickly sweet feeling which now filled the pits of his stomach, a feeling he'd never felt before, and sort of resented. This was real. although, after all that'd happened, the lines between fiction and reality weren't always that clear.

His eyes stared, unblinking at the ceiling, trying to place his thoughts. As they closed and he drifted into a light slumber, images of that slowly fading memory danced across his inner eyelids, filling the prisms of his subconscious previously occupied by the same reoccurring horror-terror induced nightmare.

For once, and probably for the only time in his life, Karkat Vantas didn't feel so alone and although confusing as the feeling was, it brought him comfort. A smile began to creep its way across his lips and as he tried to fight the involuntary action, he let out a soft whispering sigh.. 'John Egbert, what the FUCK have you done to me?'