It’s always the same. I awake to find myself holding her. She appears to be unconscious; dead? I can’t be sure. I look up from her face and I’m standing before four shadowy figures. Feelings of failure creep out from beyond my field of vision. Closing in, grasping at my legs; I feel myself shrinking. submissive, I hold her tight. As the dimness fades to blackness I feel my arms let go.