Rick struggled to keep his eyelids from closing.
He saw his little boy, arms reaching for his mother, teetering towards her. He looked upset, but knew she would comfort him.
Tracey held her own hands out towards her son, but it was to prevent him coming near to her. She looked terrified of the little boy.
Desperately Rick tried to move, to get to them, to reassure them that everything was fine, this was just illusion - but it was futile, this illusion was becoming nightmare. He was trapped inside a body that couldn't move.
And then Tracey had a knife.