"Yeah, you weren't the only one who had a rough night." Isabelle replied, rubbing her eyes. "It was ... terrible. It made me do things, I was a slave to the dream as well as in the dream ... it was like acting out a script, like I was back with my kee- "

She broke off with a shudder. "I knew there was something it was trying to show me, but I just couldn't stand it. I broke it. I wasn't ... strong enough, to see it through to the end." Isabelle finished, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.