Donna sat up with a startled gasp. She was sweating and shaking as she began to fumble in the dark. Finally she managed to grab the journal by her bed. Donna turned on the lamp and scribbled furiously.
That darn spider woman again.
She added the finishing touches to the drawing when suddenly a foreign word popped into her mind along with a sharp pain.
Sycorax.
Donna shook her head. I'm losing it, she thought. She flipped through the other pages in her journal. The pages were littered with sketches of aliens and monsters and people she almost knew. There was a girl with blonde hair and a wicked gun, an alien with noodles for a mouth, and the man that kept on appearing. He usually wore a trench coat and had really, really great hair.
It's a good thing I'm going to the doctor's tomorrow. Then came the unbidden thought with the strongest pain yet.
Doctor who?