"Ah!" Serenity screamed, her eyes snapping open. She finally woke up and sat up from the bed, panting in fear. Another nightmare? Was it just a nightmare?!

"What did you dream of?" A deep voice asked.

Serenity looked up and met Jackson's eyes. "I-It's nothing!" Serenity blurted out. "It's late. Why are you in my room?"

"I couldn't sleep," Jackson said as he grabbed a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. "You're full of sweat. You're sweating more than the treatment earlier. Did you dream about something in prison?"

'He knew?' Serenity stiffened, looking at him with wide eyes, surprised.

"You were talking in your sleep. I guessed it from your intermittent speech," Jackson explained. Seeing the pain and helplessness in her sleep was precisely what made him more remorseful of the past.

Serenity smiled at his words with a touch of bitterness. It was Jackson the last time. Serenity had heard him talking in his fevered dreams, calling out for his parents. This time, it