“I... guess that depends on... how you look at it. Does how much I’m being restrained factor into how trapped I feel inside the nightmare? Probably. But. I’ve... never felt safer after waking up,” he admitted. “And I have to be restrained. I have to.”

His fingers fidgeted at the hem of the blanket and his eyes moved to the door again and then to Raylan’s face.

“The... Shadow Man in my dreams is getting worse. More aggressive. More violent.”

Uncertainty crossed his features.

“Are you sure I didn’t... intrude last night? I didn’t mean to.... I thought he’d be alone.”