Arabella's P.O.V.
"Where is it?!" I could feel my heart speeding up in my chest as I fumbled around in the dark for the light switch. When my fingers finally managed to find the plastic cover and flip the switch I was already covered in a thin veil of sweat. My sheets were bundled at my feet, I'd kicked them off during the nightmare. The constant nightmare...
Flames danced across the burning rubble that used to be my home. I loved that small place, it was quaint... on the outside. Inside there were what could be miles and miles of books. None of that mattered now anyway, right now I was only worried about him. He should be back by now... Surely they couldn't have... No... I sunk to my knees and buried my face in my hands.
He couldn't be dead...He couldn't just die! A warm hand rested on my back for a moment before his arms encircled me. "Doctor." I choked and buried my face in his collar. My tears dripped down and mixed with the ash near his knees. It didn't last long though, he tilted my head back and pressed a cool metal object into my hand.
"Go." He muttered firmly and pressed his lips to my forehead before ripping away from me. I couldn't make anything out through the smoke other than a silhouette moving away from me... Then nothing. Blackness, I know, somehow, that I survived. I don't know how or why but I did. For him.
I always wake up then, dreaming those same twenty minutes over and over. All through my life, and oh God was I done with it tonight. Near my bed was a stack of paper, every detail of the dream recorded on that small stack of notebook paper. I reached out and with a shaky hand, tightened a grip around maybe ten of those pages.
"Get out of my head!" I screamed and threw them hard out the open window by my bed. I collapsed into tears and curled myself into a ball. I looked up at the taunting analog clock on my bedside table. 11:43 P.M. In exactly seventeen minuets it would be 23 years of that same dream.
"I've got to find a Doctor." I muttered before flopping my hand up and hitting the light switch into the off position, bracing myself for another 20 minutes of hell.
11th Doctor's P.O.V.
I grinned in satisfaction as sparks shot from the blue boring-ers and the TARDIS made the familiar wheezing sound. Who cared what river says, she likes it. She being the TARDIS. I sighed and stepped to the entrance pulling the door open. Victorian London would be the perfect place to hide out until- "No...Wait..."
I inhaled sharply through my nose and knelt down, pulling some grass from the ground. Upon examination I placed a blade in my mouth and spit it out. "Eww, not good. Okay, so Earth, that's right, but 2015. Late spring I guess. Oooh America, land of the free...sort of. We'll have to work on your calibration-" SMACK.
"Ahh! Attack! I've been attacked! Wait! No! Pause!" I peeled the piece of paper from my face and straightened my bow tie, 'cause bow ties are cool. "Never mind, it's just paper. Oh, interesting paper. Wait...No...That can't be. But it is! But it can't! But it is!" I'd never felt as happy as I turned around and smiled. "There's a Time Lady!