The movie ended and Ben went upstairs to his room, yawning. He laid down and quickly fell asleep, not bothering to change into pajamas. He started dreaming. His first thought was that it was rather odd he was dreaming. He almost never dreamed. All he could see in any direction was blackness, an infinite deepness that hurt his eyes. After a while he began to get anxious. He held up his hands, to check and see if he had begun to sweat. Except he didn’t have any hands. He tried to scream, but apparently he didn’t have a mouth either. He was just nothing floating in nothingness. It seemed to stay like that for hours, unchanging and unshifting. But after a while he saw a small light in the distance. He quickly moved towards it - he had no idea how - and it slowly grew larger. The point of light slowly resolved into a person. It was Shana. She was standing, staring directly ahead. A shadowy figure stood behind her, a dark blade held in its hands. It was ever slow slowly bringing it towards her back, towards her spine. It looked like it was a video being played in slow motion. He tried to speak to her, to warn her, but no words would come out. He reached for her to push her out of the way, but was dismayed to find that he still didn’t have an arm. He was forced to simply sit there and watch her death slowly come closer, unable to do anything, to save her, not even able to scream in frustration.