Lucien is laying in bed. Tossing and turning while groaning and grunting in pain, sweat flowing out of his pores. Finally his eyes open as he jumps out of bed landing on the floor. He looks around to see that he is in his room and it's nighttime, judging from the pitch-black sky outside his window. He breathed heavily as he grabs his tank top drenched in sweat and his hair matted to his scalp. A sigh leaves his shaky lips, his grip never easing
Lucien: It was but a dream...
A voice catches his attention and he looks at the door. His face turning to a frown, the person smiles
Joanne: What? Were you expecting someone else?
Lucien can only shrug his shoulders before returning his gaze to the window. His tone nonchalant
Joanne: Did you have a nightmare?
Lucien looks at her suspiciously then shakes his head
Lucien: It's just one of the usual dreams
Joanne: You mean you regained a part of your memory?