Clara was tortured by nightmares that night. Human bones that changed into a skeleton that chased her across the Glade. Grievers, as looming shadows, consuming her. Painful memories that she couldn'teven make out, all blurs.

She was shaken awake when dawn was making its appearance. Covered in sweat, shaking hands, Clara looked at the person who woke her. Newt. Tears brimmed her eyes over the horrid images still engraved in her mind. Despite that, she felt relieved, knowing it was only a dream. Without thinking, she pulled Newt into a hug, and began to cry. At first, he was startled by Clara's sudden actions and hesitated. But soon enough, Newt put his arms around her shaking form.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked.

Clara sat back up, wiping her eyes "I had a nightmare. I just got scared for a second." she said between sniffles.

"Yeah, we've all gotten those at one point or another... but I'm glad you're okay. How's your ankle?"

"I don't know, fine, I guess. Hopefully."

"Do you want to try and stand on it?" Newt asked, standing up.

"Why not." Newt held out a hand. Clara took it, and slowly got up off the bed, trying not to stand too abruptly. When she put the weight on her ankle, there was only a soreness.

"How is it?" Newt asked, watching her intently.

"Sore, but I can deal with that." Newt let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good. C'mon, let's go find Alby so you can start working around here."

"Sounds good." They then exited the Homestead and made their way across the Glade.

Author's Note: This was the only way I could end the chapter, I apologize for it's shortness. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. Thanks!