After a week:

"Don't... Don't lock me here...Don't...Open the door, please... Open... No...Don't do this... Sam... " She was whimpering in her dizziness. He was sitting beside her and trying to calm her by caressing her head. He was concerned and scared both at the same time. "She didn't have nyctophobia before, why now?" He questioned himself.

"Don't... Lock me... It's... It's dark, please... Open the door... Plea" She was still whimpering and he was trying to calm her down. "Seher calm down, everything is fine," He said softly caressing her hair. His eyes held tears. He was regretting his action. Suddenly she sat up with a jolt. She was...