[He was asleep, having some unremarkable silly dream with dogs and neon lights and city streets curving up and over his head, like they should be, when suddenly it changes. Quatre stops (everyone around him stops with him, like actors after calling cut, and they all turn collectively to look off into the absent horizon with him). There's a heavy weight in the air, appearing without warning but lingering like a slow suffocation. It takes his subconscious a second to name it; in the dream, Quatre says "Duo?" Then he snaps awake in bed in Heropa, and the distant melancholy is still there.
He's getting dressed even as he sends the text.] What happened?
around midnight
He's getting dressed even as he sends the text.] What happened?