Nathaniel runs through a long dark hall with no end in sight. A figure follows him, taking only small steps but it's still gaining on him. The hall is lined with doors and every time he tries the handle Nathaniel finds it locked. He tries to force a door, ramming into with his shoulder and then kicking at the lock but neither works.

He runs further down the hall for what seems like an age until he comes to open door in front of him. He steps inside and finds he's inside his childhood bedroom. It's night there and everything looks the same but feels unfamiliar. It's cold and even in the dark he can see his breath in front of him.

Stopping here grants him no way out and has allowed the figure to reach him. It lays a hand on Nathaniel's shoulder turning him around and it's then that Nathaniel catches a fleeting glimpse of his father before a fist lands a blow to his face and everything goes black.

Nathaniel wakes up trembling in a cold sweat as he struggles to get regain his bearings. A soft hand caresses his face, wiping away his sweat and his swiftly forming tears. Armin is propped up in the bed beside him, cooing a soft sound as he pulls his hand away to grasp Nathaniel's hand instead.

"You're alright, it's over."

Still shook up and a little breathless, Nathaniel nods his head a few times in reply. Not wanting to go back asleep, he lets go of Armin's hand and pushes himself up on his elbows."

"You're alright," Armin says again, pulling Nathaniel close to his chest. "I'm here."

Nathaniel nods again against Armin's chest where he can feel Armin's steady heartbeat. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breathe in and tries to slow his own breaths back to normal by following the rising of Armin's chest.

"It's over," Armin reassures him.

"It's over," Nathaniel repeats, trying to believe it.