Leopold was terribly glad Rose was there to make introductions, although he’d prefer a few people as possible knew about his title. He managed a wan smile for her and lifted his free hand to offer it to Sam. The absurdity of shaking hands with someone who only moments before had been stitching him up struck him as terribly funny, but laughing was out of the question in his present state.

“You are too kind, Miss Tyler,” he told Rose. “I sincerely hope that neither of your lives have been put in jeopardy by barricading yourselves in here with me. Is there nothing we can do to end this madness? Or am I to understand that this is life as usual in this place?”

The men shook hands regardless. A bit late for formal introductions, but never mind. "No, this is...something is definitely going on." Sam said, glancing back at the door. It seemed to be holding for now. Thank god.

"This is a dream," He went on to explain, as if they all hadn't already figured it out. "That shadow is controlling it, like some kind of game." And that was the best he had. There didn't seem to be any clear objective, and neither he nor his brother could put their finger on what the creature was. But he knew it was powerful. And that it needed to die.

Rose winked at Leopold, and gently released his hand. Glancing at Sam, she walked back toward the barricaded door. Since she didn't have the stomach for surgery, the Companion figured she'd be more useful standing guard. She sat herself on the cot, and leaned her back against the door itself.

The blonde stayed uncharacteristically quiet. Her dark eyes drifted from the two men to the pentagram on the floor. She sighed, cradling the shotgun in her arms. It felt a bit like she didn't know Sam at all.

As he worked, Rose's mind wandered- a dangerous thing when their thoughts were being preyed upon. She hoped Amy was safe, and wondered where The Doctor was. She missed her mum. And had she ever gotten her cell back from Dean?

Rose snapped to her senses when she heard something out in the hall. It sounded like... like a baby crying. Slowly, making sure Sam wasn't looking, she pressed her ear to the door. The small, pitiful cry was familiar. It belonged to her newborn brother. The wailing became louder, and Rose closed her eyes. The baby couldn't be here. The dream was just trying to get into her head. She told herself to pull away from the door, but couldn't. Any other time, when Rose would hear that cry, she'd go to Tony. If she did now, though, she'd be separated from Sam and Leopold- what their tormentor surely wanted.

As if hearing her thoughts, the dream around her took a turn. On the other side of the door, she heard the most horrible voice in the universe. "EXTERMINATE." Merciless Dalek. The baby's cry went silent.

"Tony!!" Rose screamed, breaking the calm of the Med Ward. She threw herself from the cot and onto her feet. Her arms flew to pull the barricade away, but instantly, she realized what she was doing. Unable to silence her fear, Rose crouched down, clutching the legs of the bed. Tears trickled down her face. "Sam," she whimpered. It took everything Rose had to keep her hands away from the doorknob.

"No, Rose! Wait!" He yelled, turning from Leo at her outburst. But she had the good sense to fall instead of opening the door.

Sam came over and immediately crouched down beside her, pulling the weeping woman into his arms.

"Hey, shh," He coddled. "Everything is going to be okay."

And it would be. Hopefully. Dean would have found the others by now, and he would come for them.

The dream, on the other hand, was sick of waiting and had other plans. Without warning, the shrill sound of a baby's cry tore through the air, and the door they had been guarding so carefully flung open - the heavy hinges groaning in protest. A mass of black smoke flew in, but it formed into a cyclone - twisting and turning against itself in the prison as it became caught by the Devil's Trap. Electric sparks shot from somewhere unexplainable, and the air turned cold. Faster and faster the demons swirled, their sheer collective beginning to overburden the single trap.

The cacophony of demons grew louder and one could just make out the blood stained walls of the corridor in dim light. If there had been a child out there, it wasn't around any more. The lights in the room flickered violently and a pressure moved in - forcing itself against the body as if someone were sitting on your chest and boxing your ears.

There wasn't time to react when the seal finally gave, inky death spewing out into the room to fill the eyes and mouth. There wasn't a chance to fight them off. There wasn't a chance to think.

There was only darkness.

[ooc: TBC in the thread below]