Rain poured heavily, tapping consistently against the windows of Constantine's apartment. Dream stared as she wriggled in her sleep, "She's having a nightmare, it's a memory about a little girl". I frowned "What happened to her?", he glanced at me with his usual sad eyes. He shook his head staying silent, something bad must if happened. I hate it when children get hurt, they're innocent little spirits broken and lost.
Before I could ask him again, Johanna woke up in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily as she tried to ground herself. She spotted Dream and sighed, "For fuck's sake". "Language" I warned even though she couldn't hear, "You know how humans are with their colorful words" Dream rolled his eyes. Johanna's traumatized expression turned into an annoyed one, "Is your wife always such a prissy thing?".