It's another one of those WWII dreams; Russel had been watching documentaries with Stuart and Noodle the last few afternoons.

2D doesn't like the documentaries, but it's always fascinating to him to hear about the gruesome aspects of it. But then after he's heard about it, it occurs to him that the events did actually happen. Sometimes he dreams he's one of the innocent people hiding from the bombs, and his bandmates are all there too. But now, every time he wakes up from these sorts of dreams he always remembers the reason for waking. Murdoc died. He hates it, Murdoc's not allowed to die.

This version of the dream is particularly long, and particularly gruesome. It started out all right, but now it's turned into something that's making him yell out in his sleep. He'd never been afraid of blood or spooky things before, but now the bomb sirens echoing through his brain is really horrible. Exceptionally awful. He can't tell if it ends with all of them dying, this time.

Finally, he wakes up when he falls on the floor from his bed. The pictures are still vivid in his memory, and he doesn't know whether they're real life or just dream. All he knows is that he's got to check on his family, just in case something has truly happened. It hadn't the last two times, but it might have this time. It really could have. It might be 1945.

Taking one of the shorter blankets from atop his mattress, he wraps it around himself, and now grabs around in his nightstand for a torch. He doesn't like the dark, it's too... Dark. Finally finding his tiny emergency torch, he slides up the plastic switch. It shines directly in his eyes, and he yelps before turning it away from his face.

Muttering to himself, Stu rubs at his eyes roughly. He'll be lucky if there's no migraine later after that. The lanky man decides to pocket his painkillers just in case. Now, the task at hand-- checking on his family. Especially Murdoc, who he remembers getting shot in the face. Russ got hurt from bomb schrapnel, and Noodle just plain had gone missing. Oh no, oh no..

Stuart rushes best he can to Noodle's room, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He doesn't like this at all, it's too quiet and too dark and--

He opens Noodle's door quietly. The knob squeaks slightly as it turns. Letting himself in, he tiptoes best he can towards her bed. If anyone had been awake watching him, it would have been a hilarious sight to behold; he's very clumsy, even moreso on his tiptoes.

It's awfully cold in there, almost like a ghost lived there. It gets cold when Del's round, so it's like that. But no ghosts, Stuart observes with a slow scan of his surroundings. He realises Noodle's not in her bed. Oh no. Oh dear. It is 1945, she is missing! He'd better go tell Russ that the girl had gone missing. They'd better find her before the bombs come!

2D starts quickly walking through the corridor. He doesn't want to trip over anything though, so he won't run. Just in case the bad guys might hear him. When he gets to Russel's room, he doesn't bother knocking despite the "Knock, please" sign fastened to the door. It's pinned over the yellow "Caution: Do Not Enter" tape. (Russel had given up on having his private room when 2D's nightly panicks became more frequent; plus, Noodle's night terrors meant he keeps the door unlocked at all hours of the night in case his kid needs him.)

The torchlight rests on Russel's bed, and before 2D starts yelling to the large man, he sees that Noodle's nestled in his arms, fast asleep.

"Dee, what you doing?" Russ asks groggily.

"Um. Well. I thought, um. Noodle had gone missing somewhere. Wasn't in, uh. Bed." Stu answers anxiously, rubbing at his nose.

"Bad dreams again?" At the younger man's nod, he sighs.

"Why's she in here for? Did she have dreams too?"

Russ pulls the comforter over himself more. "She got too cold and came in here," he replies.

"Ohh." It was rather cold in Noodle's room, Stuart remembers with a nod. "But-- but she's okay? You're, um, fine?" The poor boy is stuttering.

Russ nods. It must have been a particularly bad one. "Yeah, both fine. Go to bed, man." He directs gently.

2D pauses. "Uh, I, um. Murdoc," he stutters. "Have-- have to check. On him." He explains. Something still might have happened to the Satanist.

"Be careful, Murdoc ain't been in the best mood," the large man warns, looking at Stuart with a worried expression. He's not sure why Stu's dreams have gotten bad again, but he decides not to ask.

With a nod, the singer turns and walks out, shutting the door with a click. He doesn't want to go down to the car park, really doesn't, but there's no other option. So he starts back down the corridor towards the lift, pulling the blanket still resting across his shoulders tighter around him. Hitting the 'call' button, he taps his foot anxiously as he waits for the doors to slide open.

A few minutes pass, though it really feels like a century, before the doors open. He steps inside, then hitting the 'basement' button. As it starts lowering, 'Stairway to Heaven' in reverse starts playing. The man covers his ears and a shiver goes down his spine-- the reversed instrumentals always creeps him out. It's an awfully ungodly sound with no discernable beat, and therefore he doesn't like it at all. He just hopes he'll get down there before the vocals start.

iiiii

Had an uploading issue and couldn't upload the whole chapter I wrote, so had to split it in two.

Hawk