When I decided to give my dog a pillow to sleep on I never thought of the traumatic experiences it was going to dredge up, nor the ensuing flashbacks that would cause this eventual outcome. Batman apparently spent time fighting for his life in the trench warfare of Hoth. The pillow felt a bit to close to a Taun Taun and in a rage filled flashback he ripped it down the middle and climbed in, it smelled terrible but provided the warmth he was after. He had actually woken up quite a bit when I snapped this, when I went looking for him he was completely inside. I did nerd out a bit on this post, but I'm cool with me.