It's 8pm and Tommy has just woken up with a nightmare. He's got red cheeks, tears and is wondering around upstairs, crying. 'I don't want to go to Heaven, I don't know what it's like' he manages to blurt out. 'You're not going to heaven, You're staying here' I say, cuddling. 'Even when I'm a hundred, it's still sad' he replies back. He's only just 5 but he's beginning to understand.