Eleven at last came to on a cold, stone floor. He shivered and promptly turned over, levering himself up on his hands as he breathed out a chilly exhale.

They're trapped in their memories, he knew, as his eyes met the aptly-named Sleepers. Every night they dream.

And those memories haunted his mind's eye still, even after his struggle to escape the sleep that had held him captive. He didn't know what they meant, but as he caught sight of the other two that had come in with him at Zenobius' instruction, he moved to check on the woman closest to him.

Eleven reached to touch her shoulder.

"Hey. Are you awake..?"