A/N: Part of a (hopefully) soon to be published chapter for my main DW fic, involving my OC and all the Doctors/Masters. I thought I'd publish it seperately since I'm not sure when the new chapter will be done. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

"Diana..."

I snapped my head around, following the ghostly trail of the voice calling my name.

"Diana... I need you."

Still resting in my hands, the vortex manipulator crackled and a jolt of electricity shocked me. I dropped the manipulator with a yelp, my fingers tingling as I tried to rub the soreness away. The manipulator's screen lit up as it started beeping rhythmically. "What the hell?" Sliding off the edge of the mattress, I knelt on the floor and scooped up the manipulator so it was cradled in my hands again. The screen was pale and white, a series of black letters flashing in time with the beeping.

"39-1-26-52:13

NEED YOUR HELP"

Suddenly, a wave of nausea stronger than anything I'd ever experienced overwhelmed me. I fell to my side, my head throbbing as the room spun around me. My vision zoomed out, turned black, and then suddenly burst to life with shades of green and rusty brown. I felt like I was racing through a forest on a warp-speed motorcycle; trees and crumbling walls zoomed past me in a blur. I came to a screeching halt underneath the shade of several great, dazzlingly green trees. Dark leaves decayed and crunched beneath my feet, yet I realized that I wasn't moving. In fact, I wasn't even in the forest for I could still feel the carpet of my bedroom rubbing against my cheek and the hear the beeping of the manipulator. The crunching sound of leaves underfoot had to be from somewhere, from someone, else.

A streak of blonde hair caught my eye and I turned, my world tilting with me as I tried to follow the darkly clothed figure stepping into view. It was a woman, her closed eyes framed by pale skin and perfectly arched eyebrows drawn together, her lips turned upside down. "Diana," she whispered, her mouth forming the shape of my name but somehow lagging behind the sound of her voice. "Please," she said, touching her temples. "I need you."

Her eyes flew open, wide, impossible, and full of confusion and wonder, and she looked at me. "Please. Help me."

Her legs collapsed from beneath her and she fell to the forest floor. The off-white walls and beige carpet of my room washed over me like a wave of ice cold water and I sat up, tears pricking at my eyes as I tried to keep from falling over. My temples pounded so painfully that I feared I really had been hit with a hammer, in more than just a metaphorical sense.

What the f-? Who? What the hell just-? A million questions rattled inside my head. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the woman and her pleas. Something familiar about her pulled at me, grasping firmly at my heart and refusing to let go. I grimaced, pushing away the beeping of the vortex manipulator as I tried to recall her quickly fleeting face. Who are you?

My own words echoed inside my mind. But as the echoes began to fade away, a new sound replaced it. The sound of a woman's voice, the woman's voice, whispering to me, like a lost soul in a graveyard. I don't know, she answered. And the echo said the same. Over and over again. I don't know, know, know...