As she stared at him, he could have sworn that she could see right into his soul, into the parts of him better left buried. "I know," she whispered, "I don't sleep well either." When Lydia Martin moved to Beacon Hills, she'd hoped that she could have a fresh start. Maybe if she didn't live around all the memories, she could forget. But now she's beginning to learn that the past doesn't just go away. The only comfort that she can find is in her next door neighbor, Stiles, who seems to have as many nightmares as she does. It doesn't take long for the real question to arise. Can two broken people fix each other?