Suddenly, the sleeping dress started to feel heavy and warm all around her body. The man that was trying to get intimate with her slowly disappeared and Allison found herself alone in Vincent’s cabin again. “Huh..” She said softly, pushing herself up but feeling she could not budge from the ground. A while ago the ground felt cold and hard against her back, but it now had transformed to a soft, fluffy consistency, hugging her back. A soft voice called out to her, it seemed. ”You’re alright..” It was a low voice, from a man. But before she could panic and think about the other man whom had tried to rape her a while ago, she felt a soft stroke down her cheek. Her entire body now felt pressed against something, and she slowly woke up from her slumber.

Tears still ran down her cheeks when her arms calmed down and grasped down Vincent’s shirt. With a sob Allison pressed her face against his shoulder and continued crying for a while longer. The nightmare had felt so real, as if it was really happening. And she never had been so scared in her entire life. Being raped was probably her only fear on this ship, and by the looks of it, many crewmembers thought about doing so.

After a few minutes she then realized it was Vincent whom was comforting her, holding her softly and whispering she was alright. Although she wanted to push him away in horror and she wanted to scream her lungs out for him touching her again, she had no energy to do so. The nightmare had drained every last bit of what she had, and now she felt useless and limb. Slowly, she lifted her head, and looked up at Vincent. Her fingers were still grasping at his shirt, but soon fell limb on the blankets. It was quite dark in the room, but she could still see his eyes. “I-I’m scared..” Allison then squeaked through her tears, pressing her forehead against his protective hug.

At this point she did not care if he was holding her. She needed this comfort. She felt alone in this foreign ship, nobody that understood her, no place to call her own, and no explanation from her father why he’d let her go so easily. The whole situation frightened her, and it showed through her dreams.

"There's nothing to be scared of," he sighed, staring down at her. "I'm here now. Nothing, no one, is going to hurt you..." She somehow didn’t seem to mind this, or if she did her fear was overpowering the revulsion. He was hoping it was simply not minding. He hugged her tighter, pulling her closer to his chest. Could she sleep alone here, or would she have another nightmare. He looked back towards the door to his small observatory, and thought a moment.

“Now obviously I’m sure you don’t want to share a bed…” He spoke slowly, trying to choose his words, trying not to offend her. “But if you’d like, you can come with me to the observatory…” He pointed towards the door, where he’d been sleeping, and then looked to her. “It’s not very big, but at least it’s not a bed. I’ll be close by, and more than anything, it’s more secure.” He let her go, finally thinking better of holding her, and sat up. He stood from the bed, already missing the feeling of her in his arms… Really, what was wrong with him? Everything, all of this, was a mistake. Everything since taking her into his room.

He was getting attached, slowly. He should have brought her straight to her cell. He should have left her there, not bothering to check on her. She probably would have been alright… probably. Either way, she had sunk her claws into him… whether she had intended to or not. Of course she hadn’t meant to, the thought alone was ridiculous. She had made every attempt to let him know she didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to be near him. And here he was, defying that. He shook his head and stood, grabbing one of the pillows from the bed as he started heading back to his observatory. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, your grace.”