"-nothing," she said, yet it was hesitant, and stuttered with the struggle to explain. But she tried again, realizing her own mistake in wording, since what she fear with was.. "Nothing, I see nothing. But I can't stay asleep, and when I wake up-"

She was clutching her own arm, and when her fingers started to ache she let go and waved the hand in the air instead, motioning at her throat as the panic and drinks loosened her tongue. "I can't breathe, and I jump out of bed because it feels something's pulling me apart. But there's nothing there."