It was already late at night when father and son finished their conversation. They lost track of the time. They decided to get rest and sleep.
Erick returned to his room. When he was already inside, he heard a whimpering and crying sound. Erick felt puzzled hearing that sound.
"Is Elle crying?" He rushed forward to see what was happening to Elle.
He saw Elle thrashing in her sleep. The sheets were twisted around her limbs.
Through the light coming from the lampshade beside his bed, he could see the beads of sweats in Elle's face. Her body was probably covered by a cold sweat.
"She is having a dream, probably a nightmare," Erick mumbled to himself.
He immediately ran towards her to wake her up, his eyes full of concern about her. He grabbed her shoulders and shook them while calling her name.
"Elle wake up!"
