The dream haunted him.  He had always been very closed emotionaly, so he never allowed it 
to show.  But, yet it always shook him.  He never told anyone, not even her.  Although, 
he supposed, she may have suspected.  After all it is difficult to disguise emotions in
the state of sleep.  It didn't come often and it didn't come with any sense of regularity,
but it didn't end when he grew up.  It didn't end when he met her and it didn't end when
he was imprisoned.

The face was never clear, but the face mattered.  The face was important to him.  That 
always bothered him a bit.  He never got too close to anyone, and the few times when he 
did, he had always been hurt.  But it was never quite like the dream.  It wasn't someone 
leaving, or someone dying when he wasn't there.  Well, it couldn't very well be when he
wasn't there could it now.

When the dream and reality met it wasn't clear until it was over.  It wasn't really clear 
if it was reality anyhow.  Reality isn't that quiet.  Reality is noisy.  Even when one
would think it shouldn't be, reality is noisy.  A quiet day, still resounds with the sounds
of life.  A faint cough, a whisper of the wind, the sounds of life.

Looking back now, he should have known.  He was always good at seeing patterns in chaos.
The thread that ties it all together.  But he had seen it in a different light at the time.
Besides, the infected acted quite differently, and there had been a definate start and end
to his infection (it wasn't really an infection, but that's how he thought of it: a
infection, a stain of mind).  And he was rational, and dreams were not rational.  Dreams 
were a state where the order lose order, and unreality and chaos supercede the logical,
the rational and the orderly.

The confusion he felt at the moment.  Betrayal.  Order unravling.  Control gone.  This
was not the way he thought.

All this flashed his mind in an instant.  The instant after she appeared.  Finally, it all 
made sense.  He didn't know how she had infected him.  But there was no doubt in his mind
that she had done it.  He grinned.  The mystery solved.  The cycle complete.  He would no
longer have the dream, regardless of the outcome.  He slowly raised his weapon.