He tried to reach her through one of her dreams but she didn't sleep at all. Her night was one with continuous internal thoughts having an open war and shooting down all her sanity. His night was one with two thoughts that played the floating ball, throwing it between them; the last one who would lose the ball would be winning the argument. The vial was still in front of him and his eyes were still on the bottle.
There was a raging storm outside for the whole night. The heavy rain that played with the ground all night ceased like bullets. The night was a complete nightmare as the noise from the storm and from his thoughts clashed continuously. He even shouted at the damn thunder to stop raging but nature had no ears to listen and no body to obey.
