He could hear his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty corridor. Endless. It seemed to stretch on forever the doors as unfamiliar as each turn. He was walking at first confident that soon he would find someplace familiar. Now he was running, running in hopes of finding someone or something that would give him some clue as to where he was. He was sure that there couldn't be this much space in the studio. It was impossible! Every hallway there led somewhere but this one lead only to more walls and unfamiliar doors. Could he be going round in circles? There was no way of knowing because everything looked the same. He stopped suddenly and turned to the nearest door. Panting and shaking he reached for the door handle and turn it. The door swung inward forcefully yanking it's handle out of his hand. The room behind it was empty. Bright blinding light flooded out into the dark hallway reflecting off the white walls. It hurt his eyes killing his night vision.

"Geh" He yelled backing up. He threw his arms up to cover his eyes and backed up into the door opposite. That door swung open as well revealing another empty room of blinding light. The lights didn't seem to have a source. He moved to run again but found he couldn't. This had to be fake. He had to be sleeping.

"Help! Help sumbuddy pleese!" He yelled falling to his knees his eyes jammed shut. The lights were now painfully burning his as if they were originating from giant magnifying glasses frying him like an ant.

"Help pleese!!" He cried his tears instantly turning to steam as they fell. He was sweating, writhing, hoping for freedom of this light.

"Pickles! Pickles wakes up!" Skwisgaar's voice cut through the light like a knife leaving a gaping hole of blackness. The Blackness was familiar somehow. Pickles suddenly found the strength to move and he scrambled through the slice that seemed to lead to a black abyss. He woke up as soon as he was fully inside.

"Yah!" Pickles screamed sitting up straight.

"AH! Pickles joo dildos!"

Skwisgaar's voice hadn't been part of his nightmare.

"Nng" Pickles was groaning. His hand massaged his scalp where he had head butted Skwisgaar sitting up.

"Serry Skwisgaar" Pickles apologized searching the darkness for his band mate. Skwisgaar was laying on the floor his hand cupping his now bleeding nose.

"I was jus' tryings to make joo stop screamings" Skwisgaar moaned. Rolling over onto his knees he sat up to look at Pickles. "joo was wakings up these whole studios".

"I sed Serry Skwisgaar" Pickles whined sleepily. His head had stopped throbbing so he lay back down on his bed. The sheets were cold strangely so they felt good and on his hot sweaty body.

"Joo must haves been havings bad dreams right Pickles?" Skwisgaar asked sympathetically as he sat up wiping the last drops of blood off.

"Yeh" Pickles nodded shutting his eyes.

"joo goings to be okays now?" Skwisgaar asked pulling himself up onto the edge of Pickles' bed.

"Yeh" Pickles said laughing at himself shakily.

Skwisgaar nodded even though Pickles couldn't see him and then stood up making his way to Pickle's ajar door.

"No! wait Skwisgaar" Pickles moaned opening his eyes to the darkness. "Don't leave me alone".

Pickles heard Skwisgaar laugh from the doorway but to his amazement it was followed by his returning footsteps.

"Alrights Pickles I stays with joos" He said softly sitting back down on Pickle's bed.

Without thinking Pickles reached out and took hold of Skwisgaar's arm. He pulled on the guitarist's arm gently. Skiwgaar's expression was unreadable in the darkness but he seemed to be okay with it as he slowly adjusted himself so he was laying beside the drummer.

"Come heres" Skwisgaar cooed as if he were talking to a puppy or a small child.

Pickles released his arm and turned on his side facing away from Skwisgaar. He scooted over to let Skwisgaar get further onto the bed so he wasn't falling off. Then he allowed the guitarist to drape his arm over him holding him like a boyfriend would his girlfriend. Whether it was because they were too sleepy to know what they were doing or something else...both felt as comfortable as any couple would...except they weren't a couple...