The treatment? Right, the treatment. It was as if a bucket full of cold water was dumped over her head and she realized what this all meant. Why he was here and what he wanted. He wasn't kidding when he said he was some sort of Sandman. She had an insane man in her apartment. She should have known he was insane after seeing his jacket.

Charlie looked down at the man, who silently watched her too. He was wearing a black pullover and black jeans. His Doc Martin's boots were black too. Morpheus cleared his throat again, not really sure how he felt under her gaze.

"The treatment, sure. Let me just get ready." She said as she stepped backwards, making him nod slowly. What was there to get ready about? She didn't even know what he was going to do to her. Is she walking towards the bathroom? This woman, he thought. He stood up, realizing what she was about to try.

He was sick of her games and had to use his power again. He sighed as her eyes widened in fear and she turned around, before running off with the house phone that she had snatched on her way to the bathroom. Her plan was to call 123, the emergency number, as soon as she locked herself into the bathroom.

Once she made it and locked the door, she wasted no time doing that. While she waited for the person on the other line to pick up, she realized it was quiet. Too quiet. Why didn't the man try to get into the bathroom or maybe talk her out of calling 123? She was happy he didn't, but it was very suspicious. He was planning something and she had a feeling that this time he wouldn't let her off easily.

But Morpheus had an idea. A final mind trick to make her believe him. He knew that she was probably calling the police, so he waited until he heard the sirens. Charlie didn't come out of the bathroom at all. For ten minutes, the apartment was quiet.

None of them spoke and Charlie was confused and hoped she didn't call them for nothing. She didn't hear him, but kind of knew, he would still be outside when she opened the door. Finally, she heard someone knock on the front door.

"Miss Denver? Are you in there?" She heard an unfamiliar voice shout as she unlocked the door and was about to make a run for it, when she abruptly stopped. Morpheus was already opening up to the police officer. Her mouth fell open.

"Can I help you?" He asked the man who was about to knock again, but lowered his fist as Morpheus opened up. The police officer was confused as to why he was facing a man, instead of a woman. But he opened his mouth to ask if he was okay anyway.

"I'm here! Sir, you have to help me! This man broke into my apartment and now he won't leave anymore." She came out of nowhere. The police officer immediately reacted as he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Morpheus.

Morpheus' face gave away nothing as he watched the young officer act tough. He wanted to see how far this would go, so he didn't do anything. All he did was look at the man, who repeatedly told him to show him his hands. But did Morpheus lift them? No. He kept his fingers laced in one another behind his back.

"What will happen if I don't? Are you going to shoot me?" Morpheus decided to tease him, his facial expression gave nothing away though. His gaze was stonehard. He had never been in front of a pointed gun, this was exciting him.

Charlie shifted her gaze from Morpheus towards the police officer and then back towards Morpheus. She couldn't believe what was happening. Did he want to die?
"If I have to, I will." The officer nodded at his question.

Morpheus rolled his eyes in disappointment. He didn't think this was going to be boring.
"You want to be one of them? Really?" He turned towards Charlie with a frown. Charlie opened her mouth in astonishment. How did he know that?

"Hand over your gun." Morpheus said, turning back towards the officer.
"Excuse me?" He laughed at that. Who was this guy?- the young officer thought. But then, he felt it. The same feeling Charlie had when she was under Morpheus' control. His skin felt tingly and his guts felt like they were balloons filled with air.

"I said give me the gun." Morpheus repeated more sternly, or at least that's how it sounded to Charlie. She watched in bewilderment as the man handed over his police gun. Did she see that right? Her jaw didn't seem to get a break as it was once again hung wide open.

Morpheus took the gun with two fingers. He didn't know what to do with it, so he handed it over to Charlie. He almost chuckled at her facial expression as she hesitantly took it. He moved his gaze back towards the officer and nodded at him.

"You can leave now." The officer nodded slowly and looked around, before leaving with a lost look. Morpheus was sure that the man would gain his memory back by tomorrow. But he had it already covered.

"Where were we?" He closed the door and turned back towards Charlie. She looked beyond angry. She was still shocked by the officer's sudden submissive behaviour, but she was angrier at the man in front of her. It took her a few seconds, before pointing the gun towards Morpheus.

"Get out." She said through gritted teeth. Morpheus turned his head to the side in question.
"Are you deaf or suicidal?" Charlie scoffed as he didn't even flinch.
"Neither." He answered and turned back around before making himself comfortable on her couch again. Charlie couldn't believe it.

"What are you doing? I said get out of my apartment." She said it with more force this time, making Morpheus actually believe she was going to shoot him soon. But he knew she wouldn't. She was about to become a police officer and killing a man before she got her badge was not something she could get away with. Charlie knew that too.

"Do you have to point that thing at me? It makes me feel anxious, put it away." He demanded and she did. He wasn't surprised, because he did it again. Okay, last time for today, he told himself. He patted the space next to him and she scoffed again.

"What did you do to that man?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. The gun was long forgotten.
"Sit down and I'll answer all of your questions." He sad, making her roll her eyes. This time, she did what he said, because she wanted answers, not because he used force. Morpheus felt slightly proud of that.

She sat down next to him and snatched a pillow from behind her to place it as some sort of barrier between them. Morpheus found that childish, so he only rolled his eyes, before turning towards her.

"So?" She asked him and he lifted another black eyebrow. She almost scoffed again, but held herself back. She was planning on acting more like him. More emotionless. He gave nothing away, so she did that too. As if all of this wasn't messing up her mind. It was hard, but she was doing a good job at it, she thought with a poker face.

"I used my power." He shrugged as if it was obvious.
"And what kind of power is that?" She continued.
"Maybe I played a little mind trick on him. My overall powers are usually referred to as "Might". Just in case it ever comes up." He shrugged again. This man, Charlie thought.

"Okay? Wait, a mind trick?" She asked and suddenly started laughing.
"A mind trick, of course. Why didn't I think of that before?" She asked sarcastically. Who did he think he was? Edward Cullen?

"Well, why are you here?" She asked when he didn't say anything for a while. Morpheus sighed in annoyance. He didn't like repeating himself.
"How often do I have to explain?" He asked and she glared at him.

"Until I realize what is happening! Am I losing my mind right now? Is this another nightmare? I don't know what this is anymore and all I want to do is sleep! So you better tell me what in the bloody world you want from me!" She took a deep breath after her rant. She felt so lost and confused. What was happening around her?

"Tell me about your nightmares." Morpheus asked after letting her catch her breath.
"No. My nightmares are none of your business." She answered.
"Well, if I'm going to cure them, I'd say they are my business." He argued, making her snort humourlessly.

"You sound like Doctor Ronald." She joked. He didn't laugh, just looked at her. Charlie felt uncomfortable and avoided his gaze.
"I'm not her and I assure you my technique is going to help." He said determined.

"And if not?" She couldn't believe she was actually asking him that. As if she believed this stranger.
"There is no 'if not'. Give me five minutes and you'll be asleep, dreaming about pink clouds and unicorns or whatever you girls dream about." He said, making her laugh. But when she looked back at him, she saw his serious face and knew he wasn't joking.

"Why should I trust you?" Charlie asked him. She had so many questions for Morpheus, but this was the first one that she wanted to ask. Why should she trust a stranger? Morpheus thought about the question. He didn't expect her to ask him that.

"If I wanted to rob you, I could have. If I wanted to kill you, I could have. And if I wished you anything bad, I would just leave you alone and let you have those horrible nightmares for the rest of your life. And let's not forget those stupid pills that don't do you any good. They only help you sleep for a few nights, but after I help you tonight, you won't ever have to see me again." He finally said.

"Who are you?" Charlie couldn't help, but ask in amazement. How did he even know all of this?
"Morpheus Oneiroi." He answered with annoyance edged in his tone, because he had to repeat himself again. Charlie nodded, duh. But who was Morpheus Oneiroi? All of this was confusing, but if he thought he could help her, so be it. He was going to realize soon enough that whatever he was planning on doing, wasn't going to help either.

"What do I have to do?" She asked and Morpheus widened his eyes slightly in surprise at her sudden willingness, before quickly covering it up with his usual serious expression.
"Lay down." He ordered and heard her gulp. She nodded and prepared her bed after the two stood up.

Morpheus watched in silence again. He waited patiently, until she had her bed sheets on the couch, which was now transformed into a bed. She glanced at Morpheus before laying down, making him frown.

"Don't you want to change into pajamas?" He asked, making her shake her head in amusement.
"I will change when I wake up in the middle of the night." She told him, letting Morpheus know that she had no faith in him.

"That hurt." He said with that deep voice of his, no emotion hinted behind those words. Charlie smiled as she placed her head on the pillow and pulled the blankets up.
"I wouldn't know." She answered, referring to his attitude and he knew that, but kept silent.

"So?" She asked him, making him nod and look around.
"You don't have any chairs?" He asked her as he sat down at the edge of her bed/ couch. Literally, she had no chairs in her apartment.

"What can I say? I'm a cheap girl." She shrugged, before widening her eyes. She blushed in embarrassment of her words, making Morpheus raise an eyebrow in amusement.
"Is that so?" He teased and she quickly shook her head. He was making her say stupid stuff with his closeness and she didn't dare open her mouth again.

"Give me your hand." He demanded as he lifted his palm so she could lay her hand on his. She eyed his hand, before rolling her eyes and holding his hand. Ridiculous, she thought. Though, she did notice the tattoo on his hands. She had not met a lot of people with tattoos on their fingers. Interesting.

"Look into my eyes." He continued and she dared to look up into his black eyes. Even with the lights on, they were as black as coal. She found herself consumed by them. As if she would melt right into them.

Morpheus started whispering the words he had to repeat three times. Charlie didn't hear any of it, because as soon as she looked into his eyes, she was physically gone. All she could think about was black.

"I shall take all your nightmares, let them ruin me
In exchange I give you my dreams, the best they can be
Let them lead you through a dark night and wake you when the time is right."