Tyler woke in a cold sweat and sat bolt upright in bed.

"Whassup?" Angie protested sleepily as she was knocked to the side. A closer look revealed a very shaken Ham Tyler, wiping the sweat from his face with a trembling hand. God, another of his random nightmares. She sat up next to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "It's all right, it was just a dream, they're ugly I know, but it's okay." She crawled in front to where she could face him and saw his eyes were wide with shock.

"Were you in Cambodia this time? Nicaragua?" When he didn't answer she leaned closer, "Oh no… you weren't in that conversion chamber again were you?"

"Worse," he confessed in a horrified whisper. "I was in a Santa suit."