Newt was sure if it were just a dream or he was out in the park and he thought he saw Amy under the street light in the cold. He called her name, but she didn't seem to hear. As he came closer, he thought he heard strange sirens sounding as if they were hoovering over like a space ship. The wind gusted and the annoying sound like whipping hoola-hoops prevailed. It was a nightmare and there was nothing he could do to stop it. With a flash of light she was zapped and the saucer zipped away.
Newt just stood there staring. Next thing he knew he was falling so fast and into nowhere that he thought he'd stopped breathing. When he awoke he choked for air. He laid there in the darkness for a good while trying to decipher the dream. What could it mean? Who had taken Amy? Is that what had happened. Someone had taken Amy. Perhaps snatch wasn't the word. Maybe they'd just said the right thing to her, and she was easily persuaded. Yeah, that must have been it, he thought. He squinted hard then wishing he could stop thinking about her.
"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" Billy asked turning on the lamp next to the bed.
"It wasn't that bad." Newt shook his head.
"You're shaking," Billy told him.
"It was stupid." Newt gasped.
"It couldn't have been. You need to put your mind on other things for a while." Billy told him.
"Don't be daft," Billy winced with a bit of a smile.
"Yeah, right, like that'll do the trick every time," Newt smirked as Billy wrapped his arm around him.
"I'm sure we'll think of something," Billy whispered in his ear and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Whens the last time we've been to the cinema?"
"Ages." Newt shrugged.
Billy Frenched him then.
OK, so yeah, there were lots of ideas about how to get back to sleep that floated around in Newt's mind. He Frenched him back. He always liked it best with Billy with the lights on.