"No." He gets nightmares. Nobody gets nightmares to quite the same degree as Malcolm, but. He dreams of different things. Darkness. Madness. Women and little girls from back home. Here? Sometimes he dreams of this place killing him, but fortunately or unfortunately, the boys of 1306 plague his waking hours much more so than his sleeping ones.

"The same fire that ripped through the town? I'm not surprised to hear that." It was traumatic. Still is. The smell of all that burning still fills the town, not to mention those who are wounded and laid up here.