After Toast had finished putting up the weapons, he headed back to the bedroom. Still seeing Ghost asleep, he sat down next to his bed and stayed there, watching him, in case he felt bad again. Around 2 am, Toast had fallen asleep as well.
Around the same time, Ghost had found himself in a strange dream. He saw himself, but with a knife behind his back. Then..Toast?! Why was Toast here? He watched himself stab Toast over and over and over, even when he stopped moving. He couldn't handle it. Not anymore. He screamed and cried, hitting himself in the head, until he realized something important. He was staring at his own dead body.
Toast woke up to Ghost screaming, his eyes wide open. Toast instantly sat up, staring at his friend. "Sir, it was just a nightmare, calm down!" He pulled Ghost into a hug, rubbing his back as Ghost processed everything. "Was it all just a dream..?" Toast nodded, and Ghost started crying. "It's okay sir, I'm here for you." Ghost shook his head. "No no; Johnny, you need to get out of here." "Sir-" "Now!" Toast backed up a bit, before heading to the kitchen. "Come now sir, it's time for breakfast."
