Gideon had lost track of how long it had been since he had last slept. He'd doze off only to startle himself awake. It was the only way to keep everyone safe. Well, safer than they were now. If he fell asleep and had his greatest nightmare, they were all doomed. Still, a lack of sleep was better than what was going on in the hospital. People were dying after going to sleep and never waking up. It was almost as if something was feeding off of their dreams. Then there was the dreams that were coming to life, the reason that Gideon was not sleeping. Now there was a surplus of hell hounds roaming around and he had to wonder if someone had dreamed them up.

It had gone on long enough. It was getting worse, not better. So Gideon had picked up the phone and started the supernatural phone tree. He contact the hunters and those that could be of help and those people contacted others. Now Gideon was watching for folks to show up while he continued to put a dent in the town's coffee supply.