In the dream, he has just gotten up again and started pounding his hands against the door, which whispers to him in Ser Galen's voice, bargaining that if he breaks all his fingers, it'll give itself a handle again and let him pick the lock with the bones. But when he tries, they just splinter further, again and again until there are no bones left to try. The door starts laughing at him. Somewhere, the other voice is still screaming, the one that sounds just like his own.

He comes awake with a stifled whimper, head swimming with images of the blood-smeared door and his broken hands.