The rest period passes without incident. John had a nightmare, however. With the distant sound of the underground river entering his subconscious, he dreamed naturally of water. It flowed down into the inky depths of this underground place, clear and cold. But then a horrible feeling of dread overcame him. Something downstream pulled at him and made him feel sick inside. He felt wetness on the back of his arm. Then he felt a cold, tasteless bile come up from his stomach. He retched it out, and it spilled out of him like a fountain, black splashing onto the stone. More blackness ran freely from his arm, then his nose and eyes. As the stuff poured out of him, he felt himself collapsing inwards. Before his sight was gone completely, he saw the stuff drain down into the river to be swept away into the bowels of the earth.
Grok also had nightmares, but his faded to a dull sense of dread before he rose. The sore on the back of his neck had oozed onto his bedroll, creating a large inky stain.