That night Vorden struggled to sleep just like every other night.
He couldn't remember the last time he got a good night's sleep.
Some nights he was able to sleep peacefully and dream just like any other person but then there were times where his mind was sent to the black room. At that time no one was sat in the chair, no one was in control.
Lately, this was happening more and more frequently.
In the black room, the three of them would usually talk to each other while the body rested but he always had a worry when he was in that room.
The chair was empty, any point and time, anyone one of them could sit in the chair and take control. For now, Vorden acted as the gatekeeper but that was only because the little one allowed him to.
That's when he felt a slight tug on his arm.
"Hey wake up kid, it looks like you were having a nightmare," Ian said.
As Vorden opened his eyes he looked around and noticed that he was still in the pitch-black room.
