Darkness had consumed the forest, before he realized it. Soon he was stumbling over roots and rocks, trying to find some source of light. Stopping, he shut his eyes and listened to the night. He heard the sound of water, it didn't sound too far away. Resolving to find it, he set off in the dark. He went for maybe a mile, until he found a large stream. The moonlight reflected off the water enough that he could survey his surroundings. He went up the river some to a bit of a field and collapsed in the soft grass and drifted off to sleep.

-Meanwhile-

She sat on the edge of the bed, unable to sleep. It was the middle of the night. Again. She had the same dream. Again. It was the third time this week. Every time it was the same....