Amy's auburn hair lay splayed over her pillow, as she tossed and turned in her restless sleep. Her dreams were obviously not peaceful. They hadn't been for a long time.

'She walked slowly through thigh high, blood red grass, that crunched with every step she took. The burning heat from the blinding twin suns soaked through the back of her white dress, it's hem was stained a dark red and muddy brown from dragging across the field floor.

An ear shattering crash sounded behind her and echoed through the hills, but she did not look behind her. She already knew what had happened. What was left of the shining Citadel had finally caved in, burying the remains of her team and her best friends.

The flames that had burned the Citadel down to ash and rubble were now running wildly over the rest of the forsaken world. It didn't take them long to catch up with her, to start nipping at her heels. Her only thought, as the flames curved around and towards her, that consumed her mind was 'I'm finally going to die'.'

Amy sat up with a jolt, her mind deciding to taunt her by replaying the nightmare over again in her head, only it hadn't been a dream. She swung her legs off the bed and onto the cold wooden floor of the TARDIS. Amy stared at the floor, wishing that it had only been a dream not reality.

She wasn't sure how she had survived, her questions remained unanswered, the answers always eluded her grasp. She reached over to her nightstand, upon opening the top draw, she pulled a small ring out.

She stared at the ring that bore the seal of Rassilion.

The ring that reminded her it was not a dream.