When will this ever end？

Can't control it?

In the break room, Sam looked at Mia, whose head seemed to hang in shame.

Sam calmed down a bit. At this moment, he knew that being anxious was useless. Moreover, how could he be sure whether this moment was a dream or reality? 

It reminded him of the movie 'Inception'. What if he was in layers of dreams, where the closer he got to reality, the more realistic the dreams became? Anxiety would only confuse him more.

So, he quickly adjusted his mindset, returning to his usual composed self. "But this dream is related to you, right?"

Hearing Sam's words, Mia kept her head down, seemingly afraid to look at him. "It's related... I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about this."

Sam rubbed his temples, feeling mentally exhausted. His body was fine, but this kind of mental torment was not something that could be easily described by physical fatigue. 

"So what's really going on...?"