He thrashed in his sleep, rolling uncomfortably over his tail. He dreamed that he was back at the paintball field, and everything seemed normal. Except, of course, for him. He was lying on the ground, re-living the pain he had felt while changing. No one, on his team or thew enemies, seemed the least bit aware of his torment, and went on fighting. He could see Kyle, trying to move to a better location. He was hit twice, and just faded away, leaving his mask and gun to fall to the ground. His gunner, Kevin, jumping from his hiding spot, firing an impossible amount of ammunition at the enemies, who seemed to be in a suicide charge. Watching helplessly as the paint flew over his head, he saw everyone around him fade away, their guns and masks falling to the ground, leaving him alone with the pain that seemed to be tearing him apart.