Beverly is definitely dealing with the nightmares just as much as Fatima, if the fact that she's up and out of her quarters at this hour says anything. She did leave Wesley a note to tell him that she's fine and she'll be back, but she didn't want to wake him up with her screaming. Her nightmares are intense here and they've changed recently. Where they were just about Zelien and the horrors she experienced there, they have since morphed to include memories of her last moments in her own timeline. And that means one thing:

The Borg.

Her nightmares now include such joyful scenarios as the people she cares about getting assimilated or killed by the cybernetic beings. Her other crew being hurt yet again. Fatima dying in her arms. Kaede being assimilated as a child. It's been horrific and so hard to sleep through. So when she woke up tonight, she didn't even try to go back to sleep.

Now she's glad she didn't. Spending time with Fatima is preferable to a lot of things.

"You know what's really funny?" she muses, her mind wandering to a related subject. "Missing someone who's actually here. Wesley is here, but... he's missing so much, so many critical events haven't happened in this timeline yet. It's so strange to me. Everyone on this crew I knew at one point and most I still do. I can't tell if I miss them or... the people they will someday become."

Everything is strange now and she still doesn't know what to make of it. But she manages a small smile, genuine as always, her hand remaining in place against Fatima's back, for her comfort as well as her friend's. "I'm glad I still have you, too."

What they would do without each other, what Fatima had done without her at first, Beverly doesn't like to think about.