The POV camera pushed forward as Sarah entered the room.
Arthur was removing his mask with shaking hands, his eyes wide with a familiar terror.
"No, don’t do this!" Sarah urged, her hands gently guiding his back to his sides.
Arthur settled, his breath returning to a steady rhythm. "Her last night," he murmured. "It looked exactly like this. The same shadows. The same cold air. I feel like I'm trapped in a loop, Sarah. I feel like I'm reliveing the worst night of my life over and over again."
"Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, her heart aching. "This isn't her last night, Arthur. This is your tonight. And you're not alone.""