“Judas priest not again!” Elias suffers another night terror. He tossed back the comforter and jumped out of bed sweating bullets, while his prize from the night before lies snuggled under the blankets. He stumbles to the bathroom and splashes cold water on his face hoping to rejuvenate. Elias scans the room; how did he end up here? The place looked familiar, but it still isn’t home, not his home.