"Hush, easy there brother – we don't wanna alarm no grumpy passer-by, do we."
He instinctively struggled against the hand on his mouth, whimpering.
"I know" a soft voice murmured. "The nightmares are a bitch. Purgatory seems to have that effect. You'll get used to it, trust me."
A chuckle.
"As long as you survive them, that it."
He blinked through gooey lashes, memory crushing him.
"Bnny?"
"Yep pal, right at your side."
The hand drew back, leaving him cold and exhausted.
"They... I... can't"
"I know. But you will. We will. Remember? Now rise and shine, princess. Time's a wastin'."