Atton has a nightmare.

Atton can see. He can stare straight out of his eyes, the eyes in his real body, back on Malachor. He can't feel his right arm or his left leg, but he can feel his neck and limbs twisted at unnatural angles. He can't move, can't speak, can't scream. He's dead, but that's nothing new.

The entire planet's shaking, from the Trayus Core, so close he can feel it's pull on him, to the surface, far above him. The planet's dying. Again. He tries to flee, but nothing in his body will respond. He tries to scream, but no sound comes out.

Atton jolts up, breathing quickly and sharply. He checks his body to make sure his limbs are all there. Sure enough, his right arm and left leg are still attached, though they feel numb. He curses, struggles to his feet and pulls on his clothes, leaving the room as quickly as possible, as if staying there would make the nightmare return.

Besides, he needs a stiff drink ...