Room 502/4/6, Thursday morning
Nadia's dreams had been familiar, but that was the only thing about them that might be referred to as "comforting". It was all the old themes: abandonment, transformation, death and destruction; in all the old locations: the russian lab, the orphanage, that strange gray city with the hovering ball of doom . . . with just a bit of the Fandom dreams thrown in for that extra spicy kick.
So when Nadia awoke a good hour and a half before she usually would, she made no effort to go back to sleep, just pulled her pillow into a death grip of a hug, stared at the ceiling, and tried to let the dreams roll off her mind like . . . well, you know.
It helped when she noticed that Walter was back. Then she could roll over and pretend she was staying awake to watch him sleep instead of staying awake because she didn't want to dream and watching him to make sure he hadn't actually been turned while he was home, like her dreams had wanted to suggest.
That pillow she was hugging was never going to be the same, again.
[ooc: open to the roommate types or anyone who would knock in the earlier morning]
So when Nadia awoke a good hour and a half before she usually would, she made no effort to go back to sleep, just pulled her pillow into a death grip of a hug, stared at the ceiling, and tried to let the dreams roll off her mind like . . . well, you know.
It helped when she noticed that Walter was back. Then she could roll over and pretend she was staying awake to watch him sleep instead of staying awake because she didn't want to dream and watching him to make sure he hadn't actually been turned while he was home, like her dreams had wanted to suggest.
That pillow she was hugging was never going to be the same, again.
[ooc: open to the roommate types or anyone who would knock in the earlier morning]