Holiday was back there again, back in thatcold dark lab with gray and redwalls, incagein the middle of the room,this time she was on the table. She knew if she made a sound someone would come threw the door. She was exausted and starving but it didn't compare to the fear and anxiety that filled her mind, or the pain in her side and taste of blood in her mouth; she knew better than to make a sound but had no control over her dream self. She screamed and struggled and coughed threw the pain of moving only thinking that she had to get out, that she had been here too long, she wanted rex or six to come smash down the door or to think of a clever way to escape. But they would not come, insteassomeone, no something that pushed the door openslowly while itlaughed, the same laugh that she heard before a sillouett that she saw before in the mirror but this was the first time it was standing and she was on the table. " your taking a brake " it spoke in a high sing-song voice before lowering it's tone to something more sinister " now it's my turn. " holding out the last word as though it were somehow more important. Then the dissection started, holiday waiting point of view threw out the dream but each time feeling the cold metal pierce her skin. It held a different torture device in each of it's six arms and flashed a fangged smile at her while it worked.
Six woke up realizing holiday was not by his side. He jumped out of bed fast but silently so he didn't wake up rex or Beverly. He checked the room and bath room. No Rebecca. He was about to look outside when he heard a sound on the other side of the door, he opened it slowly. He didn't know if she was awake or not she was sitting leaning against the wall with her arms around her legs and her head on her knee. She looked up, her eyes were red and she had tear marks on her face. She stood up and hugged six with out saying anything. He didn't have to ask what was happening, the dreams were getting worse. " well go back tomorrow. Take you to a doctor see what's going on." He pulled her closer. " your going to be fine." He said. she could see it in his eyes that he meant it. Of course she wanted to believe it too. " I want to go back to work, I need to know what's wrong with me. " six looked into her eyes. " alright." Honestly he didn't mind going back to work, fighting was all he knew, he didn't know this relaxed life nor did he like it, it was too hard to pretend to be normal when evos were tearing up towns.
They went back in the room, he held her close to him until morning, scared of losing her. Scared she would lose herself. Good people should not be haunted like this or have to fight demons and if he could help he would do anything. He knew what it was like to see horrible things when he closed his eyes, or to have sounds haunt you at the edge of sleep; holidays dreams went real thankfully, but they had the same effect. He could tell she would not get used to it like he had so they needed a better understanding of what was going on and why. He had a bad feeling.