For Winnie, who could usually fall asleep at the drop of a hat, this was a slow, painful process. Her mind kept wandering, and she had to force herself to refocus, to count Dory's heartbeats, to inhale the familiar scent of him and remind herself she was safe and home.

Finally she'd found the right rhythm, succumbing to the overwhelming exhaustion both physically and mentally. She wasn't sure how long she lasted, but it didn't feel so long enough however. Her sleep was fitful and restless as she tossed and turned. Dark images, the feeling of hands on her throat, her consciousness fading... Win woke with a start, sitting bolt upright, crying out for Dory in the dark.