I had that dream again last night. The same one as always. I am having fun with my friends, laughing and talking, when suddenly they all start to freeze around me. I try to help, but there is nothing I can do. Tonight was different. The couple from my first mission with Orpheus were there. I guess I didn’t realize how much they reminded me of Dean and Lana. I think they survived because they were still smiling and calm while everyone else was clawing frantically at their clothes, but I’m not sure because that’s as far as I made it before waking up to the usual cold sweat. I thought this job might give me a chance to help people and get me some closure after what happened, but maybe this is all too much for me. At least my coworkers seem ok. Margot LaRue seems like the kind of boss I could REALLY get behind. I think she’s here for all the right reasons. That’s more than I can say for Hunter Lodge D.O.. His regard for the living far outweighs he regard toward the deceased… unless the living are homeless. He makes me nervous. Still, I look forward to our next mission.