- Breakout

He found himself back in the cell, surrounded by the walls that had become as familiar as a home to him in the past weeks.

His stomach was wrecked. It felt like something had twisted it and turned it inside out. He was nauseous, his clothing was drenched in sweat and he felt his body shivering all over.

'It had just been a dream,' he thought. 'Just a dream. Nothing more than that. But, it was so real. Everything about it was real.'

He had found himself trapped in horrid dreams before, and had woken up in a pool of his own sweat as a result of those dreams in the past. But that had always just been his body's reaction to the events of the dream, and once he was awake afterwards he was fine within a minute or two.