He could see his family standing knee-deep in the Sacred Grove's spring. They looked sad as he approached, reaching out to him. Something was wrong. His brothers looked ill, coughing and rubbing their teary eyes, his father's horns had fallen from his head. "Son, son... We thought you were gone... We thought you had been killed..." His father's voice sounded scary, not like him at all. Nathaniel blinked and suddenly the spring had turned dark red, his family's eyes black pits. "Join us, son. Join us."

Nathaniel jumped away, turning and trying to run, but he could feel their hands holding him back. "Join us, Nathaniel. Cut off your horns, become one with the disease..." Nathaniel cried, kicking his feet at the many hands that were starting to drag him under the bloody water.

He gasped away, standing up on the bed he had been placed in and glancing around the room. His heart was beating painfully fast in his chest and it took him awhile to remember where he was. He jumped off the bed and went to where Garrison was sleeping, climbing on top of the man and lying on him. He closed his eyes and fell back asleep, into better dreams.