Virgil's POV

"How's he doing?" I ask Roman.

"He's okay. Just a nightmare. Probably from the nightmare stomping up and down the halls of Thomas's mind palace." I nod.

"Yeah... Hey, Princey?" I ask, sitting on Patton's bed.

"Yeah?" He asks, sitting next to me.

"We're gonna survive, right?" I ask him, looking down at my hands. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I freeze.

"Of course we're going to survive. A little nightmare isn't going to kill us." Roman says softly.

"Look, this isn't a nightmare... Not this time..." I look at him. He raises an eyebrow.

"Its a night-terror."