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Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update. I hope you all can forgive me. For those of you that have not yet experienced the wonders of college life…you won't have much time for anything except sleeping, eating, and studying. Well, here is the next chapter at last! Please read and review!

Chapter 11

The light became so brilliant that Trent could no longer see. He flew into the arms of his father. Then the wonderful light that had rescued him from his nightmare vanished and Trent was slowly becoming aware of his real surroundings.

He bolted upright and waited for his eyes to adjust. The comforting voice that had led him out of the darkness spoke to him once again. Trent jumped, slightly startled when he realized that his father was sitting right next to him.

"Trent, it's okay. You are safe now."

Trent burst into tears as the nightmare came back and assaulted his mind full force. He remembered everything. The horror and how real it had seemed.

"It was so real! T-they...were…d-dead! They tried to take me back with them!"

Trent sobbed and Anton felt his heart reach out for the boy. He understood from Trent's brief description that 'they' were his parents. Anton could only imagine the full extent of the horrors Trent had experienced.

"Son, it's okay. You are safe and I will never let anything happen to you!"

Trent faced his father with bleary eyes and heaved a sigh in an attempt to compose himself before he asked the questions that had him extremely curious, but overall grateful.

"Y-you saved me!"

"You also played a role in saving yourself. In the end, you faced your fears. Did you not?"

"Yes. But if it weren't for you I don't think I would have found the courage to do so. How did you know I did that?" Trent questioned bewildered.

"I heard you say 'I'm not afraid of you!' right before you woke up. I put two and two together and figured you faced down your fears, which is truly admirable."

"I thought it would never end. How did you do it?"

Anton took a minute in answering. Trent could clearly see the concentrated look on his father's face as he thought how to best answer his question. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.

"A long time ago, I worked on inventing a serum that would bring dreamers out of their nightmares. It took many years before I came up with a prototype."

Trent gazed at Anton in awe as he contemplated such an invention. Anton was no doubt, a pure genius! Trent felt a growing respect for the man and his dedication for helping all of humanity. Trent could tell, however, that Anton was not finished with his tale.

"I heard the most terrifying screaming imaginable. I thought someone was being murdered! I ran down the hall and found out that it was you."

Trent slightly blushed. He didn't mean to scare him. Anton had a faraway look on his face as he continued his tale.

"You were thrashing about in your bed screaming. I checked your pulse and it was erratic. I knew that you would go into shock if your body was subjected to intense stress. I figured it was a nightmare you were submerged in since nothing I did could wake you up. I ran back to my closet and brought back the prototype dream serum that had not been tested. I'm sorry Trent. I should have tested it a long time ago."

"Don't be sorry. You had no choice. You did the right thing, you saved me!"

Anton smiled gratefully.

"But that was your only batch!" Trent cried out in horror as the realization struck him.

Anton had a sad smile now and shook his head as tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm just glad I didn't lose you. I'm just thankful it worked and that you are alright."

Trent hugged his father and whispered, "Thank you for saving me."

A huge yawn followed on Trent's part. A strange sensation slowly crept through him and a heavy feeling for sleep was beginning to claim him. This was puzzling because Trent was almost sure just a few moments before that there would be no way on earth he would manage to get back to sleep after such a frightening experience.

Trent slurrily described the feeling to Anton. Anton did not seem too surprised however and simply wished Trent pleasant dreams. Anton stayed until Trent had fallen back asleep, knowing that for this night, he would find refuge from the nightmares that threatened to hang over his traumatized young mind.

In his experimentation of the dream serum he added a heavy narcotic that would induce sleep a little while after being awakened from the dream world. There was also a newer drug that had been added that effected memory.

Anton smiled as he left the room. If the rest of the serum worked as it should, then a final gift would be bestowed upon his newly adopted son. Trent would have no memory of the nightmare when he woke up the next morning.