"No nightmare has ever been that bad. That was worse than the DT," he said, through his teeth. His chest was still moving with the thud of his heart, judging by the rise and fall of his shoulders. His fingers tightened on the edge of the blanket, and he would not let her take it. "Something with the building?" he asked, looking self-consciously around the room, especially in the corners where the vines curled.