Standing at the console, the Doctor pulls a lever. The TARDIS whirls and spurs, but stops. Ryan and Yaz are chatting with Graham in the lower deck and a loud beeping noise is heard.

"Oi, what's going on?" asks Graham. "Are we being stopped again?"

The Doctor shakes her head. "I'm not sure….I just know I'm not getting sucked in again."

Suddenly, the Doctor feels very faint and collapses in front of the three from Sheffield.

"Doctor," exclaims Yaz. "What happened?"

"I'm….feeling…very sleepy" as the Doctor passes out.

The Doctor opens her eyes and is in a familiar but different location. It looks like Gallifrey. She sees a white haired Scotsman standing in the distance in front of a firing range. It's her.

"So Doctor…you thought you could run away from everything," says a familiar voice to her.

A figure appears and walks in front of her. It's The Dream Lord. He is wearing the same outfit as the Doctor is.

"And you choose this?" as he lifts up his coat. "And why your face? The other one before you lamented about this. 'Why this face?'" as the Dream Lord grabs his face and affects a mocking Scottish accent. "'Why did I pick this face?' What are you trying to prove?"

"I'm not trying to prove anything," says the Doctor defiantly. "I know who I am."

"Right, I guess you do. Or so you like to tell yourself. But this," as the Dream Lord points around the barren landscape. "This is what you are. Nothing. Do your companions know about you?"

"They aren't my companions, they are my friends."

The Dream Lord laughs. "Oh, now they are your friends? Do you think he would have called them that?" as the Dream Lord points to the Doctor's predecessor. "He spent decades teaching at a college. He barely cared about humans. Yet you do."

"It's not like that. I have to strive to be better. I have to be kind. You out of anyone should know that."

The Dream Lord nods a bit. "Perhaps I should. I think it's time to wake up, Doctor. And I will meet your….ahem….friends."

With that, the Doctor is back aboard her TARDIS. She gets up from the floorboard and looks at Graham, Yaz, and Ryan. She appears disturbed and doesn't say anything as she pulls a lever.

"Doctor, you OK?" asks Graham meekly.

"I….I'm fine. I had a dream. Whatever you do, don't listen to what…."

The Dream Lord appears suddenly behind the three.

"….what he says."

Ryan looks at the figure. "How did you get here?"

"I've always been here. You just haven't seen me. I've always been with her" as he points to the Doctor.

The Dream Lord walks around the TARDIS. "You've redecorated. I don't like it." He laughs at the giant crystal at the center.

"So you wonder who I am. I am the greatest enemy of the Doctor. There's only person who hates the Doctor so much. By the way, Doctor, what happened to those two the last we met?"

The Doctor says nothing.
"Oh that's right….you had them die in 1920's Manhattan. You cried in agony. 'Why did this happen? Amy! Rory!'" as the Dream Lord mocks the 11th Doctor.

"Then you find your 'Impossible Girl' that was like a tick and would never leave. You actually attacked a guard on Gallifrey," the Dream Lord gasps. "Did you know about this?" as he looks at the Doctor's current friends. "Do any of you know about her past? Do any of you know what she actually thinks of you?"

The Dream Lord walks up to Graham. "A bus driver. You got to be kidding me."

"I'll show you what I can do mate, if you get too close."

"Oh I'm sure, you will."

Graham grabs the Dream Lord's arm. The Dream Lord punches him with his thumb into the center of his head. Graham collapses.

"He's fine, mostly. He's just asleep."

Ryan and Yaz check on Graham as he lies there unconscious.

"Or what about you Ryan. You lose your mother and you lose your grandmother because of the Doctor. Yet you are still here? Why? Don't answer that."

The Dream Lord looks at Yaz. "I don't know enough about you to even think of anything. Do you know what room temperature soup is? It's kinda boring, bland, cold. Sorta like you."

Yaz lurches toward the Dream Lord and is held back by Ryan.

"Careful, or you'll end up like your friend. So, Doctor," as the Dream Lord turns towards her. "You still didn't answer my question. Why this face?"

The Doctor gets in the Dream Lord's face angrily. This is the maddest her friends have seen her. "I don't know what you are doing here, but this ends."

"It'll end after we play a game. I make the rules. I know the outcome. All of you will have to play."