Forge silently stared at Twilight as she snoozed, flopped back on one of the tram chairs. He liked watching people sleep. Forge couldn't feel envy but if he he did he would be jealous of organics ability to dream. He didn't know when exactly in his life he'd started thinking this, and he'd never been able to articulately explain why it would seem so appealing.
He noticed Twilight had started sweating profusely and breathing quicken. All of a sudden Twilight snapped awake and started frantically looking around her and checking underneath the seat around her. Forge looked on puzzled as Twilights breathing slowly returned to normal and she sank back into her chair with a sigh. "Sorry," she said, "For a moment there I was so sure there was something under my seat." Twilight peered around apprehensibly, "It was right behind me..."
Forge slowed the tram down stood up and began thoroughly scanning the area as far as his sensors could extend. "Nothing." He said sitting back down. "We are safe."
Twilight smiled at Forge and shook her head, "Sorry about that, just a silly nightmare."
Forge was silent for a moment, and Twilight considered trying to get back to sleep, but he started speaking again in a low voice, staring right at Twilight as he did so, " Whats that in the mirror or the corner of your eye? What's that footstep following but never passing by? Perhaps they're not just waiting. Perhaps when we're all dead, out they'll come a-slithering from underneath the bed."
Twilight gawped at Forge for what seemed like an eternity, before she bent down and threw a screwed up chocolate wrapper at him, "I have a enough nightmare material," she said snorting with laughter, "Thank you very much. What was that all about?"
"You reminded me of something I heard long ago...seemed apropriate."
Twilight laughed again at Forge but couldn't help peer nervously out the window into the gloom.