He'd helped to take out one of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, specifically the one that had caused Rose's death. He now felt like he wanted to sleep for an eternity.
Every night since Rose had died, he'd slept in her bed, alone, crying into her pillow until he fell asleep. And the night before had been no different. In fact, it had been worse. He'd gotten her back, just to lose her, and though he destroyed the one responsible, he knew it wouldn't help... he still wouldn't be with her again.
Or so he thought.
He stirred in his sleep a bit, but didn't awake, not even noticing that his hand was being held.