His words did the trick, pulling her to the surface of the dream and finally to full wakefulness, but she was still afraid. Rogue was so terrified that she couldn't breathe, that her heart raced and she was a second away from bolting out of the room if only she could find where the door was.

Everything was mixed up, her world was turned on its side, and she felt like she was about to hyperventilate as she pulled in harsh, gasping breaths. She could still see those faces, still smell burning flesh, still feel Remy's blood on her hands. It wouldn't leave her, and she didn't deserve for it to.