Malcolm Bright

Malcolm swallowed hard.

After a moment he looked at Raylan, then looked away into the darkness of the rest of the loft.

"I was in my father's cell. It didn't look like it does now. When I was a kid I visited him there. He was in a steel cage inside the cell. They'd let me sit inside the cage. He was in leg irons and shackles. He'd usually sit on the bed and I'd sit on the floor in the corner by the door." He looked over at Raylan. "Sometimes, in these dreams, it's the day I told him I was applying to Quantico and that I wouldn't be seeing him anymore. He... wasn't happy about it, but in the dream he gets out of the shackles and the door won't open and he stops me. He was strangling me with his bare hands. I couldn't get the attention of the guard, even though he was sitting right there...."

He huffed a breath.

"It's dumb, right? Kids' nightmares. The monster under the bed."