Amy sat bolt-upright, gasping for breath as she tried to remember what had been happening. She'd dreamed... or was she dreaming now? She couldn't keep track anymore. She'd thought she'd been in the second floor common room, but now she was in her bedroom.
"I'm awake now," she snapped at the voice that still seemed to linger in the air. A little uncertainly, she added, "This feels real."
He always leaves you, doesn't he? Alone in the dark. Never apologizes.
The sound of the TARDIS' engines roared through the room, and Amy sprang up, chasing after it, shouting, "Doctor? Doctor, come back!" But when she got out into the hallway, everything was quiet. No TARDIS, no Doctor. "Please come back," she whispered, feeling the same awful loneliness she had as a child.
The sound of feet stomping in unison echoed up from downstairs, followed by Rose's voice screaming. Amy turned towards the stairs, but the figure of a man flickered into being in front of her.
"Poor Amy Pond, alone again." He wore the Doctor's tweed and bowtie, but he wasn't the Doctor.
"I know you, I know who you are," she told him cockily. "And this isn't anything to do with you. You're just another dream here."
The Dream Lord leered. "Bet your life?" In a flicker, he wasn't short and balding anymore, he was tall and young, with messy hair and a pointy nose. The boy from her dream, the one who'd given her the engagement ring. "Bet his?"
"I don't know you." The boy walked towards her, and she could see herself, clear as day, kissing him on a bench under a tree. And hugging him in the rain in Venice, and giving him back the engagement ring, because he'd never let her wear it, always afraid she'd lose it... Flashbacks, to things that never were. "You're just part of the dream."
"Am I?" he asked her, in the Dream Lord's voice. "But what's the dream, and what's real?"
"You aren't real!" Amy insisted, and pushed past him, running towards the stairs. Where her feet fell, grass sprung up, the banister became a tree under her fingers, but she ignored it and ran on, leaving a forest in her wake.
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Amy sat bolt-upright, gasping for breath as she tried to remember what had been happening. She'd dreamed... or was she dreaming now? She couldn't keep track anymore. She'd thought she'd been in the second floor common room, but now she was in her bedroom.
"I'm awake now," she snapped at the voice that still seemed to linger in the air. A little uncertainly, she added, "This feels real."
He always leaves you, doesn't he? Alone in the dark. Never apologizes.
The sound of the TARDIS' engines roared through the room, and Amy sprang up, chasing after it, shouting, "Doctor? Doctor, come back!" But when she got out into the hallway, everything was quiet. No TARDIS, no Doctor. "Please come back," she whispered, feeling the same awful loneliness she had as a child.
The sound of feet stomping in unison echoed up from downstairs, followed by Rose's voice screaming. Amy turned towards the stairs, but the figure of a man flickered into being in front of her.
"Poor Amy Pond, alone again." He wore the Doctor's tweed and bowtie, but he wasn't the Doctor.
"I know you, I know who you are," she told him cockily. "And this isn't anything to do with you. You're just another dream here."
The Dream Lord leered. "Bet your life?" In a flicker, he wasn't short and balding anymore, he was tall and young, with messy hair and a pointy nose. The boy from her dream, the one who'd given her the engagement ring. "Bet his?"
"I don't know you." The boy walked towards her, and she could see herself, clear as day, kissing him on a bench under a tree. And hugging him in the rain in Venice, and giving him back the engagement ring, because he'd never let her wear it, always afraid she'd lose it... Flashbacks, to things that never were. "You're just part of the dream."
"Am I?" he asked her, in the Dream Lord's voice. "But what's the dream, and what's real?"
"You aren't real!" Amy insisted, and pushed past him, running towards the stairs. Where her feet fell, grass sprung up, the banister became a tree under her fingers, but she ignored it and ran on, leaving a forest in her wake.