A/N: This idea had been in my head for some time and started writing bits and pieces here and there to get the main plot points down and I'm only just now getting around to posting the first chapter, since I do consider it done. The story starts off just after Daniel first meets Agrippa. I'm going to do my best to keep in line with actual dialogue from both Amnesia and Doctor Who [as you can see with a reference to The Androids of Tara]. Some parts of the Amnesia storyline may be changed during the course of this story.

Amnesia: The Dark Descent (c) Frictional Games

Doctor Who (c) BBC

~PROLOGUE~

He comes around a corner running from a patrolling Grunt. He finds the drawing room and shuts the door quickly. He knows the door will not hold the beast, but it is worth a shot.

In his haste, the young man trips over what looks like a small cube. Its dimensions are perfect and glowing a bright white light. Picking it up, he inspects the strange object. Is this something the Baron needs as well? Or is this meant for him?

The cube slowly opens with a smooth grace as the floating light inside begins to speak.

"Don't worry, Daniel. I can help you. I just need to find you..."

~CHAPTER ONE~

Daniel awoke from his latest fainting to find himself surrounded by the fleshy Shadow. Panting in fear, he carefully edged around it and left the room, lantern held up to light the way.

It was odd, his dream. It was unlike the others that he had had. Not a dream of a past memory that had been wiped, and not exactly a dream of being killed. It was like someone was sending a message to him. Isn't that what the cube was for? The voice that had spoken wasn't familiar to Daniel as belonging to Alexander, the Baron of Brennenburg, or Agrippa, or even Herbert, his old professor. The voice sounded like it came from England, but it was not one he recognised. Maybe a voice from long ago, or someone he had yet to met...

But the question was, what did the voice mean? Find him? How? How was the owner of the voice going to find him and help him? He had heard the promise of help from Alexander and was tricked. He was not about to let himself be made a fool of again.

The small flame flickered, casting dim shadows against the walls. "Damn," he muttered. The oil was getting low. He'd have to find more quick or at least some more tinderboxes. It wasn't long until the flame was fully extinquished, and Daniel began to pant in fear as he tried to adjust his eyes. Whimpering, he shuffled forward carefully, wary of the loud footsteps his boots made. He flinched at even the slightest of noises and silently chided himself for being so loud and scared, even though he couldn't help it. Why did he have to be so afraid of the dark? The fact that the walls seemed to distort in front of him did not help.

To be honest, he didn't exactly remember why he was so afraid of the dark anyway. Then again, ever since he drank from the Amnesia mixture, he didn't remember much of anything aside from his name, where he lived, the fact that he was being hunted, and that he had to kill Alexander. His note to himself and a few pages from his diary that he had found spread out throughout the castle, or at least where he's been so far, offered some insight, but wasn't much of any help.

All of a sudden, the castle shook and Daniel fell forward on his knees. What the bloody hell!? Scrambling to stand, he peered over his shoulder in time to see a fleshy substance appear on the walls behind him. The Shadow was chasing him. He stumbled forward through the corridors, running haphazardly into walls and nearly tripping over the stonework floor.

He had been so preoccupied trying to get away from the pursuing Shadow that he almost didn't see a small package bearing his name sitting on top of a barrel. Hastily grabbing it, he continued on, sprinting down the hallway and up a small flight of stairs.

Mercifully, the castle stopped shaking, but now he could hear groaning and growling noises that could only have come from a Grunt. Where the hell did that come from?! Looking around, he tried to assess where he was. What room was this? A storage room of sorts? There were shelves and boxes and barrels everywhere. It wouldn't be very difficult to construct a hiding spot. Without hesitation, he pulled some barrels over to a corner, setting them up in a manner that would completely conceal him.

He had barely gotten behind the wall of barrels when the door had suddenly given way under a heavy strike from the Grunt. Keep calm, Daniel thought to himself, Just remain calm and don't look. Remaining calm would be difficult in the dark, but if he were to fool the monster into thinking he wasn't there, he'd have to put up with the lack of light.

After a few tense moments, the Grunt finally left. The Englishman let out a small sigh of relief. Before he could move from his hiding spot, the package he had picked up earlier seemed to glow. Puzzled, he gingerly picked it up and inspected it. It was small and cube shaped and wrapped in parchment. The handwriting appeared to be his own. Was this something he left for himself at an earlier time? Would it help him? He opened the package and was surprised to see the cube from his dream. Once again, it opened smoothly and the voice from before spoke.

"Go to the Transept as quickly as you can. I will wait for you there."

The Transept? The room with the small cages suspended from the ceiling? Of all places, why there? Why couldn't this person come find him instead if their true intentions were to help him? He then noticed the parchment that wrapped the cube. There was a short note written on it, once again, in his own handwriting. I would listen to him and get moving now. Now that was strange.

As he began to stand, a sudden white flash blinded his vision. Another vision of the past. Wonderful.

Wait a moment, he thought. What is this? A white room? There couldn't have been a white room in the castle. Especially with... what is that thing in the center? It had a small column rising and falling in the middle. And who were these people and... Daniel wasn't quite sure he even wanted to know what the small contraption moving about was.

The man, dressed in a white blouse, greyish brown trousers, brown boots, long brown coat, wide brimmed hat, and an unnaturally long and colourful scarf, was holding a fishing rod. He seemed to be having an argument with the woman, who was dressed in a purple outfit of sorts with green trousers. Odd fashion sense.

Now that he thought about it more, Daniel thought that this event could not have taken place in the castle. It looked too different. What are they saying?

"We haven't got time for you to practise, Doctor. We've got to find the fourth segment of the Key to Time!"

"You find it," the man insisted. "I'm taking the day off."

The woman looked flustered. "You can't do that!"

"Oh, can't I?" the man answered, eyebrows raised. "Section 93, paragraph 2, Laws Governing the Conduct of Time Lords, says that a Time Lord, such as me, after a journey of more than 400 years and 12 parsecs, is entitled to a period of rest and relaxation not exceeding 50 years."

"Does it really say that?"

"Look it up!" With those words, the man opened the doors to the room, revealing a wooded area, and walked outside. The woman huffed, following close behind him.

Whoa, what the hell did they just say? Time Lords? 400 years and 12 parsecs? Key to Time!? WHAT!?

As quickly as the vision came to him, it was gone. Despite the strange vision, he made quick work of pushing the barrels out of his way. Mercifully, a nearby trunk contained some jars of oil. After refilling his lantern, and breathing a sigh of relief, he made his way back towards the Nave where Agrippa was trapped.

As he walked along the long corridors, Daniel's mind swirled around the recent events. A strange dream where he found a glowing cube that contained a message, then finding another cube, and then the odd vision he experienced. Yes, he was aware that some of the visions he had already had were not of his own memory, but from others', but what was he to make of his latest vision? It certainly made no sense and - Oh bugger, why worry about it. It was probaby just another hallucination. He'd been having a lot of those lately due to lack of proper sleep. And for as long as he could remember, which wasn't much, he had been having trouble sleeping.

Daniel could see Agrippa's chained body before he even reached the bottom of the stairway. Despite the alchemist's current physical state being withered and grotesque, the sight never failed to fill the young man with hope. He knew that he could trust him when he needed help.

"Ah, Daniel," Agrippa piped cheerfully. It's surprising how someone can appear the way he does, yet have such a bright mood. "I was wondering where you'd gone."

"I thought there was something I might have missed," he replied, lowering his head in thought.

"When highly stressed, one tends to overlook things." Agrippa shrugged, or performed an action that passed for shrugging, "It happens."

As Daniel let that sink into his mind, the German continued speaking. "Daniel, I hate to have to send you back there, but there is someone waiting for you in the Transept."

The Englishman could've given himself whiplash with how fast his head snapped up. "I'm sorry, what?"

"He's waiting in the Transept. Surely you got his messages."

What the hell? How did Agrippa know about the cubes?

"You'd better move along. Don't want to keep him waiting longer than he needs to."

Daniel stammered, "Uh... um, of course." Honestly, he did not want to go back in that room. He knew he was supposed to search the room for Orb pieces, but as soon as he saw the cages suspended from the ceiling, he had immediately backed out of the room and left, claiming to Agrippa that he must've missed something in one of the higher levels of the castle and wanted to find out what it was before venturing further. Unbeknownst to him, Agrippa had seen through it, but it was understandable.

Pulling the door to the Transept open, his attention was immediately drawn to the cages and he wanted to vomit. However, his attention on the cages was short-lived as a strange object came into view. It looked box like in appearance, coloured blue, with what seemed to be double doors with windows all round the top. Above the windows on a black strip read the words 'POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX'. What on Earth was a police public call box? His attention was then drawn to the man standing in front of this box. His sense of dress was definitely very strange, as was his hair.

Then he spoke in that familiar voice. The voice from the cubes. "Hello, Daniel."