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Morpheus Endless released from Fawney Rig Facility after 10 years. “The rehabilitation program has helped him,” says Dr. Paul McGuire.

On June 8th, 2015, Morpheus Endless, famously known as Dream, was arrested on the charges of murder of seven individuals. He was sent to the Fawney Rig Hospital as the court of law deemed him “mentally unfit” and “dangerous”. Before the murders came to light, Dream was said to suffer from depression and anxiety, which usually led to his outbursts on his staff members, many of whom testified about it during the investigation. This led to Dream getting a mental health probation at Fawney Rig. But six months later Dream failed the probation and was indefinitely put at the hospital without a trial. 

This case led to a nationwide conversation about mental health and how lack of assistance can lead to dangerous consequences. Human rights activists questioned the lack of trial by court for prisoners as it was revealed that Dream didn’t get a lawyer during the early investigation. However, the court pushed back, saying that Morpheus Endless was sent to a mental health facility, which is a lesser punishment than a prison. 

On Monday, March 8th, 2025, a decade since his arrest, Dream was discharged from Fawney Rig facility on the grounds of completing his rehabilitation program and showing signs of improvement, as Dr. Paul McGuire stated. This comes in light of the recent rise in murder cases in and around London. People have shown concern that the release of a serial killer at such a time is reckless of the authorities. On the other hand, some people commended the doctors of Fawney Rig for offering help and rehabilitation to Dream, enabling him to have a fresh start upon his release. 

Protests have erupted in different parts of London calling for the arrest of Morpheus Endless again and removing the Endless family from the country itself for their alleged involvement with organized crime over the years.

Our team still has got no comments from the Endless family about the situation. 

Also read: How the arrest of one Endless led to a nationwide frenzy.

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Dream entered the White Horse after his people made sure it was empty, leaving only one person inside. It was still early in the day, so not many patrons were at the pub, and Dream didn’t want to harm any innocent bystanders.

As he stepped inside the building, his eyes fell on the man behind the bar counter. The one man he had hated and missed equally during his time at the Fawney Rig Facility. The beloved face he had once trusted with his life. 

Dream saw red. He strode forward, fishing his gun out of his coat and pointing it at Robert Gadling.

Hob stood behind the bar, his arms raised at his sides. Both of them knew that Hob could handle this situation, that he could overpower Dream anytime. But he didn’t make a move. On either side of the bar counter stood Matthew and Mervyn, their own guns pointing at the man, waiting for him to make a wrong move.

Hob only looked at Dream though, giving him a warm smile, and speaking in his gentle voice, “you’re late.”

Dream scoffed, “It seems I owe you an apology, Robert Gadling. It’s impolite to keep one’s friend waiting.” The word “friend” was spoken with such venom that his men expected him to kill Hob right there.

Hob exhaled, “For whatever it's worth, I am glad you are back.” Even in this state, Dream could see how much Hob had changed over the years. The slight white in his hair and his beard and the way his tired face seemed like he was carrying the weight of the world. It was so very different from the optimistic man he had met all those years ago.

But Dream didn’t care. He didn’t allow himself to care.

He raised an eyebrow at what Hob said, “oh?”

Hob continued, “I swear, Dream, I wanted to meet you when I learned you were released. But they took Robyn away, so I didn’t get the chance.”

Dream didn’t believe a word of that, but the mention of Hob’s son got him curious, so he asked, “Robyn?”

Hob nodded, “yeah.”

For a moment, an image of two small kids playing in a garden flashed in front of his eyes. Dream shook his head. 

“How do I know you are not lying to me, Robert Gadling? You lied to the officers against me.”

Hob gulped, “Dream, you have to believe me, I didn’t willingly have a hand in your imprisonment.”

He slowly came out from behind the counter to show he didn’t have any weapons on him. But Matthew and Mervyn stayed in their positions. There was a reason Hob was considered one of the most feared men of the Endless crime family. 

“Stay where you are.” Mervyn warned, and Hob stopped in his place. 

Dream scoffed, “the last time we talked, you blamed me for hurting your family. And then I was sent to Fawney Rig.”

Hob shook his head, “like I said, I didn’t do any of it willingly. Your parents forced me. They had my boy at gunpoint. I had to do it or they would have killed Robyn, the way they killed Eleanor.”

Dream’s hand shook, his eyes widening a bit at the information.

Hob noticed that and continued, “to this day your parents have used my boy to make me work for them. You think I wanted to continue to work here, like this? Even after what happened? They killed Eleanor just because we tried to run away from this life and now they threaten to take away Robyn again and again just to make sure I don’t try to escape this hellhole. And ever since you came back, they have kept Robyn at the Endless estate, threatening me to not contact you at all. I haven’t seen my boy in a week just because your parents think I would join forces with you!”

Dream was breathing harder now. He wasn’t sure if he should believe the words of the man who had betrayed him before. He was done trusting people. But he had seen Robyn at his parent’s house earlier that week, and the boy looked upset because his father wasn’t there with him. Then Hob’s words brought back so many memories of stolen glances and whispered words in the dark. Dream gulped, he couldn’t dare to act weak now, when his own parents were trying to destroy him.

“I missed you.” Hob said, bringing him out of his thoughts. Dream stared at him passively, even when those words hurt him, “and I am sorry, for what I did and for what happened after that. I heard the news that Alex Burgess is in a coma. I guess it was your doing?”

Again, Dream didn’t say anything, which was enough of an answer in itself. 

Hob chuckled, “I knew you would come back. You always find a way to come back, Dream.”

Something fluttered in Dream’s chest at that. Maybe it was the way Hob sounded so hopeful. Like he genuinely had this much faith in Dream. Even before everything, Hob was one of the very few people who made him feel seen, like Dream could do anything. He looked into those soft brown eyes again, and Dream couldn’t help the way his anger slowly fell away. He still had no way to know if Hob wasn’t straight up lying to him, but once upon a time he had trusted this man more than anything and maybe even today he hadn’t completely lost that trust. 

He lowered his gun.

“Boss?” Matthew called, still holding up his own weapon. 

Hob sighed in relief, although he didn’t keep his hands down yet. 

“It’s okay, Matthew.” He said, and both his men reluctantly kept their guns down, although they still remained alert.

Hob finally relaxed, giving a small smile to Dream.

“Care for a drink?”

Dream tilted his head to his side, staring at the impossible man in front of him.

Hob stepped forward, only one step, so as not to spook the other man. Dream watched his movements carefully, like a hawk even as his men raised their guns again. 

“I will not charge you. Take that as an apology for the bitter words I said to you last time we met,” Hob shrugged self-deprecatingly. Dream huffed at that, there was a time Hob used to charge him extra for drinks, saying that he was only exploiting his boss’ kid. And maybe Hob remembered the same thing, as a knowing smile spread across his lips. 

Dream kept his gun back in his coat, enough of an indication to both Mervyn and Matthew to relax.

“I should tell you that Robyn is safe and you have my word that you would get your son back soon.” The gravity in his words was of Morpheus Endless’ and Hob knew from experience that when an Endless made a promise, they rarely ever broke it, so he trusted Dream’s words. With that, he also let go of his fear and gestured towards a table in the corner, the same one where they always sat. 

Dream sighed, “I cannot stay, it can be dangerous for you.”

Hob nodded in understanding, giving his friend a smile, “you know very well, I can’t die, remember?”

Dream hummed, “but you can be hurt or captured. We should be careful.”

Hob’s smile got a little wider at seeing the other man worrying for him. He spoke up again, “I was not lying. I truly missed you, Dream, and if I could I would have gotten you out of that place myself.”

Dream melted just a bit and smiled back at Hob.

“That would’ve gotten you killed, Hob Gadling.”

Hob chuckled, “do you think I would’ve done that without a plan, I would’ve collected more people for help and break into that Asylum easily.”

Dream huffed. Sometimes, it was good to be back. And though he wasn’t sure if he forgave Hob yet, it was good to have an old friend by his side when there was no one else. 

~~~

15 years ago

June 7th, 2010

The White Horse was one of the pubs his parents owned, but Dream never cared to go there even when he didn’t need an ID in this place. Then one day his elder sister decided to drag him out of their house, citing that he needed to meet “normal people”, which was code words for people outside of all these high society parties their parents held. She always told him that he acted like the other rich boys in their friend group, meaning that he didn’t care for the rest of the world and needed some humility. 

Well, if Death told him he was bad at something, then he probably was. So Dream accompanied her to the White Horse that evening, and he immediately recoiled at the smell of cheap alcohol and the sight of dirty tables. 

“You know, Titania has opened a new restaurant, the opening is tonight and I believe it would be better than this—“

“Dream.” His sister glared at him, “you should come out of your bubble once in a while.” She used her firm elder sister voice, which was enough for Dream to shut up. 

She went to the bar counter and asked for two pints. Dream made a face when he was handed a beer mug, scrunching his nose further at the taste of the awful drink. It hadn’t even been that long since he started drinking, but he already wasn’t fond of beer. He much preferred wine to it. 

Death was chatting with the bartender, who seemed to recognise her, while Dream stood at her side stiffly, not having any idea what to do. The pub seemed too noisy for his taste, sometimes he wondered why his father even owned such places. 

Death turned around and was about to say something to him, when they heard a loud raucous laughter from somewhere behind them. They looked in that direction and found a group of young men sitting two tables away. They looked closer to Dream’s age, but definitely not the kind of people Dream would befriend. 

“…oh and have you met his eldest daughter? Teleute? She comes around here sometimes.”

Both the siblings perked up at Death’s official name. They looked at the boy who had said it, now watching him closely.

“I talked to her once and she told me she liked coming out here once in a while, away from her fancy parties. Like, a princess leaving her palace to mingle with the peasants. Seriously, these Endless kids are so stupid and out of touch.” 

Dream glared at the man. How dare he?

He looked at his sister, who just smiled and shrugged at him.

“You are not going to say anything?” He asked. Irritated that his sister would brush something like this off. None of these people knew their family’s reality and how difficult life was for them too.

Death gave him a fond smile, “come on, brother, it’s not like we can change their opinion by picking up a fight. And he isn’t wrong about us being out of touch.”

Dream looked more shocked at her words, it seemed her worldview had changed a lot ever since she left the city to pursue further education. Still, he didn’t stop glaring at the boy.

“But you see, one day I am going to leave this place, this…family. I will make enough to leave London and not look back.” The boy said, and Dream could not help listening to him.

“Does he work for father?” he asked Death, who nodded.

“Yeah, he works at this pub. His name is Robert Gadling. I have met him a few times, always charges me double even when we don’t need to pay.”

Dream’s eyebrows shot up, the man looked too young to be working behind a bar.

“Hob, you are one delusional man, you know that?” Another man replied to Robert, who simply took that in stride, his smile big behind his light beard and his eyes twinkling under the lowlights of the pub. 

“I don’t care what that means, one day I will be free of the Endless family.”

Dream had no idea why this Hob guy could not just simply leave his job at the pub if he hated the Endless family so much. Surely, the job couldn’t be that bad, his father paid his workers fairly. 

Hob got up from his chair and made his way behind the bar counter after finishing his drink. There, he finally noticed Death and he gave her a big flirty smile, asking her if she would like her usual drink.

Death smiled back at him, as if he hadn’t called her and her siblings stupid moments ago and simply ordered her drink. Behind her Dream gave one look at Hob’s winning smile and decided he wanted to know more about this man. Maybe he should come to the White Horse more often.