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Ashildr was thrashing in her sleep when Victor woke her. She panted to catch her breath looking around. “Did I…Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head, concern present in his vibrant blue eyes. “No, you didn’t. What was it this time?” He asked.

She shook her head, “Doesn’t matter.” She pushed her shaking hands through her hair trying to calm down. “They’re getting worse. I swear it’s this bloody town.” 

Victor placed his hand on her back and began rubbing comforting circles. “Talking helps ya know. Better than keeping it in,” he glanced at the wall. “Storybrooke does that sometimes. Gives you nightmares.”