Nightmare entered his home, a small cabin he made long ago and used magic so it wouldn't rot. He walked over to his bed, and he placed her on his tall bed. He grabbed a towel nearby to dry her off then grabbed the blanket, and put it over her. He walked away to his bookshelves and grabbed a book then sat down on the nearby chair next to the fireplace, and started reading. But his mind kept going back to Hope, how she reminded him when he was younger, and how he was bullied when he was younger. He eventually stopped reading after just one page because of her. He puts the book on the table, then stands up to go outside and sits on the ground to see the birds' migrations like he does every time. He starts thinking about Hope, and she looked so innocent, fearful, but kind and could be so joyful if she's in the right environment. "She's reminding me of a red panda.. A little cub in the home of the monster. like a damn average hero book the humans love making." he thought to himself. Inside the cabin, Hope woke up.