The visions of what had happened on Bad Wolf Bay still haunt him at night. He thought that, after all this time, they'd stop. But they don't. Whenever he closes his eyes, he can see her there. Tears falling gently from her face, breaking his heart. Rose. She's so close to him there—right beside him, but then she's universes away at the same time.

"Can I—?" she asks him, reaching out her hand.

"I'm still just an image. No touch." His head says, even though his whole being is screaming 'yes'. He wants to press his cheek against her hand, let her touch his face and then take her into his arms. He wants her touch. And wants to feel her. Wants to hold her against him, and bury his face into her hair. He wants to hold her hand and never let go. Wants to keep her beside him forever.

But she's not beside him. He can't touch her.

So every time he closes his eyes, he has to watch her fade away. She leaves his world and he's left waking up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down his face.