Despite her semi-consciousness, things don't seem quite right to Goldy. Her bedmate is having a nightmare, that much is obvious. She reluctantly drags her eyes open and shakes the other girl's shoulder.

It's a gentle gesture, followed by a smoothing comforting stroke down the arm. She snarls her nose at the clamminess. And at the unnatural bodily stiffness.

"Sweetness. Wake up," she mumbles. "You're having a bad dream."

She shakes again, a little harder this time.

"C'mon."