Back in his room, Sonny dreams about Will, drifting off to sleep with dreams about him. Strong, heavy dreams where he's underneath him, moving under him with hard, quick movements, of his hips. Damp skin, like melted gold. Sparkling blue eyes, and soft pink lips.

He can hear him breathing, the catch and release, those little pockets of quiet pleasure. He can smell him, that siren call of chamomile that always makes him think of sweet dreams and shadows.

Sonny drops into a deeper sleep, aching for Will.

He watches as Will turns into a woman, hurrying along a hallway, arms full of sheets. Her hair, that beautiful hair, pinned back. Body covered from neck to toe in a dress buttoned down the front.Her lips are pressed tightly together, and somehow, Sonny can hear her thoughts as clearly as his own.She has to go, to put away the sheets. Adelaide is already awake, and she won't stand for the help running up and down the halls. If he doesn't hurry, he'll be seen.She can't let her see her. The less you're seen, the longer you're employed. That's what Henderson says, and rarely ever is she wrong about these things.She needs the work. Her family needs the money she brings in, but oh how she loves working in the DiMera mansion. It's the most beautiful place she's ever seen. She's so happy to be a part of its upkeep.How many times has she admired it from afar in the square? Admiring it, aching for just a small glimpse in the windows, to see all the beautiful people inside.And now she is inside, responsible for making sure that beauty stays intact.She loves wood polishing, sweeping the floors. Watching how the glass sparkles after she scrubs it.In Sonny's dream, she comes out of the hallway though one of the hidden doors. Her eyes dart back and forth everywhere as she keeps hurrying, wallpaper, rugs, wood and glass. She slips into a dressing room, putting the sheets away in a cabinet.But once she turns back towards the door, something catches her eye, so she tiptoes to look out the window.Sonny watches as she sees a car approaching as it comes up the long driveway. Sonny feels what she feels as her heart lurches at the sight of a man who comes out of the car. His hair is black, still neat as he walks towards the entrance, with a gray coat over his shoulders and his shoes shining.Her hand goes to her throat, and she thinks, very clearly, here is the prince coming home to his castle.She sighs, as women do when they fall head over heels in love. The man smiles, like he's smiling at her, yet knowing it's the house itself that's bringing that look to his face.Heart pounding, she hurries out of the room, back to the servants' door and into the tunnel.The young heir has arrived, she thinks. Only time will tell what happens next.

Sonny wakes up with a jolt, in the pitch black, freezing cold. He smells damp, along with the dust and the hardwood floor underneath him.

"What the hell?" Groggy and disgusted with himself, he stretches out a hand, only to hit a wall. Using it as his reference point, he pulls himself to his feet. He fumbles around, waiting to hit a corner, or a door. It takes a moment for him to register there's no wallpaper on the wall.

He's not in the haunted room this time. He's in one of the help's tunnels, like the woman in his dream was.

Somehow, he thinks, he'd walked it the same as she had.

The very idea of fumbling around in the dark until he finds the way out doesn't appeal to him in the slightest, but he has to admit it's better than being stuck in here waiting for the sun to rise.

He inches along, and by the time he feels the crease of the door, he's covered in sweat.

He forces his way out, sending up a prayer of thanks when he's able to breathe fresh air, seeing in the faint morning light what looks like the second floor hallway.

Cobwebs are stuck in his hair, and his hands and feet are disgustingly filthy.

If this keeps happening, Sonny tells himself, he seriously needs to see a doctor and get a sleep aid. Hoping his sleepwalking is done for the night, he goes to clean himself up, to swallow some water for his dry throat. And promptly locks himself in his bedroom.