"Varian are you okay? You look so tired." Rapunzel looked at me.

I look at her. My eyes could barely keep open, but I can't go back to sleep. I never want to sleep. Sleeping is just a portal to my everyday life. I let out a yawn. 

"Huh? No, I'm fine." I yawn.

She looks at me. Yeah, I know she's not convinced. I look like a zombie. I feel like one. 

"Varian, no offense but you look like a zombie. Your eyelids are drooping." Rapunzel said.

"Fine." I yawn.

Rapunzel and Pascal looked skeptical. I ignore them. I try not to look at them. I continue tightening a screw. Something I've been trying to work on for a while. I grip my head. I was hammering something, but I didn't look at where I was hammering. I hit my hand hard. I wince. I let out a yawn.

Rapunzel set me down.

"Varian, what's going on?" She asked. 

 Eugene walked into the room and screamed when he saw me.

"Varian's a zombie?!" Eugene yelled. 

My hair was everywhere. My eye lids were drooped. Everything about me looked dead.

"No just really tired. Didn't sleep well at all." I yawn.

"Why?" Rapunzel asked.

"Just a really bad dream." I yawn. 

"About what?" Rapunzel asked.

I let out a breath. I turn. Rapunzel put her hand on my shoulder. I look at her. 

"My dad. What I became. What I've done." I sighed.