The door of the white room opened as Dr. Samuels stepped over the threshold. The automatic doors slid closed behind him. The room wasn't much. There was a small amount of space with mattress padding all around. The room's one occupant sat with her back facing Dr. Samuels, dark hair streaming down to her shoulders. She sat in a fetal position, pulling and tugging on the white nightgown she had been issued. Dr. Samuels looked at his chart. This was a difficult case, he noticed. A young girl, age around seventeen years, named Ravena. She never talked to any of the doctors directly, whatever that meant, but she did possess some speaking ability. The girl had also been placed in the hospital's care because no other doctor could get through to her. She had been diagnosed with insanity, often speaking about different things that did not exist.
Dr. Samuels shook his head at this nonsense and addressed the girl. "Hello, I understand that you're Ravena."
She didn't respond.
"My name is Dr. Samuels," he continued. "I'll be looking after you from now on."
"Doctor?" she moaned. "My Doctor?"
"Yes." He nodded. "Dr. Samuels. Now, let's talk about what's bothering you, shall we?"
"Doctor?" she whispered. "Where? Where's my Doctor?"
"Right behind you." He looked at the chart. "I understand that you keep seeing things. Things that keep you up at night and make you scream. Tell me about those things."
"I want my Doctor," she whimpered. "I don't want you, I want my Doctor. Where is he? Where's my Doctor? Did you bring him?"
"No." Dr. Samuels sighed. "It's just me today, Ravena. No one else."
"Where's my Doctor?" She asked him. "I want my Doctor. I don't want you. I want my Doctor. I want my Doctor and no one else."
"Today, you'll have to put up with me." He uncapped his pen. "Now, about these things that have been troubling you lately, what are they? Tell me about them."
Ravena began to rock back and forth. "My Doctor!" she cried. "I want my Doctor! No one else but my Doctor! He can make them go away! He can! I WANT MY DOCTOR!"
"Calm down," Dr. Samuels urged. "You're making this worse, alright? Just talk to me. I'm your doctor, alright? I'm here to help you."
He placed a hand on her shoulder. Her hand gripped his, crushing the bone beneath the skin. She threw him toward the far side of the room. Ravena turned and narrowed her eyes in his direction. Dr. Samuels couldn't help but stare at the intense blue eyes that almost looked like a combination of blue flames and sapphires.
"You aren't my Doctor," she told him.
"Yes, I am." He stood on his feet. "Now listen to me and we can talk through this together."
She stood and gripped his wrist, crushing the bone even further. Dr. Samuels fell to his knees in agony as a pain shot through his heart, crushing the organ like a hand that slowly squeezed the life out of his body.
Ravena released him and he fell to the ground dead. She turned and sat back down with her back facing the doors. She pressed her forehead against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Doctor?" she pleaded. "Help me."
The TARDIS materialized in front of a hospital. The Doctor walked out, adjusted his bowtie, and checked the psychic paper once more. The words clearly read Memorial Hospital, and here it was in front of him. He stored the paper in his jacket pocket and strode off toward the entrance.
At once, the smell of antibiotics hit him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell and located the receptionists desk.
"Hello!" He smiled. "I'm the Doctor. I got a call the other day about one of your patients."
A man in a white coat walked over to the desk. "They call you the Doctor?" he asked.
"That's me."
"Are you really thinking of putting this man in that room?" the receptionist asked.
He nodded and beckoned toward the Doctor. "This way. I'll explain on the way."
The Doctor followed the man.
"So, I hear there's a difficult patient here?" he inquired.
"Yes." The man nodded solemnly. "The patient has fits of anger and hallucinations. Sometimes we even hear her screaming and writhing in the night. Frightened the other patients so much that we placed her in a soundproof room. You should be cautious though."
"Why's that?" He frowned. "I don't suppose she can do any real damage now can she?"
A covered stretcher rolled past them. The man eyed it fearfully.
"Let's just say that if you aren't who she wants," he began, "your best option would be to run and get out of there without talking to her."
He opened up a door and stood aside. "Her name's Ravena."
The Doctor straightened his bowtie and waltzed in. There, he saw the girl, crouched with her back to him against the wall. She started rocking back and forth. The Doctor noticed a camera in the corner. He suspected that she was under surveillance.
"Hello," he greeted. "I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor?" she whispered as the rocking increased. "My Doctor?"
"I'm not sure, but I am the Doctor if that helps."
She stopped rocking and sat absolutely still. "Can you make them go away?"
"I can try." He took out his sonic screwdriver. "Tell me, what's been bothering you?"
Ravena gripped her head in pain. She whimpered.
The Doctor knelt down and slowly inched toward her. "What's happening?" he encouraged. "What do you see?"
"Burning," she moaned. "Such burning. So much pain and suffering. It hurts, Doctor. The army, I can see it. The great army that has destroyed millions. They fight in the war. It hurts so much. There is so much death in this war."
Ravena stopped and turned to face him. She cocked her head to one side.
"Is that why you did it, Doctor?" She asked him. "Is that why you did it? To stop the killing?"
He blinked. "Did what exactly?"
"Killed them. Killed them all."
He sat down on the floor and stared at her. "How did you know?"
Ravena looked at him. "I simply knew."
The Doctor scanned her and frowned at the results. "You have an entire Time Vortex flowing through your head. Through your entire mind, and you haven't died?"
"Nope." She smiled. "The entirety of time and space inside my head. Really, very big, you know. Anyways, that's there, so that would explain everything. You can leave now, if you want."
"Leave?" He raised his eyebrows. "I can leave you while you still have an entire vortex inside your head? A vortex that will destroy you because you can't handle it?"
"Who said I could never handle it?" Ravena stood. "I can very well handle it, Doctor. You just don't know what you're talking about."
He stood and walked over to her. "Trust me, Ravena, I know that you should never be able to see everything like that. Even I can't see everything like that. I can only see the fixed points and understand that they are supposed to remain fixed. No one should ever have an entire vortex running through their head."
The Doctor gripped her wrist. "Come on. I'm taking you out of here."
He dragged her along behind him out the door. The Doctor ignored the looks people gave him. Ravena simply narrowed her eyes at them, while glancing into different rooms. It had been awhile since she had been outside of that room.
He dragged her out and into the sunlight. The Doctor didn't even stop to open up the box. He simply pushed the door open and walked inside, snapping his fingers to close the doors behind her. Once inside, he released her and she stood there, motionless.
"So this is the TARDIS," she whispered. "It's a lot smaller than I thought it would be."
The Doctor nodded and his fingers worked over the controls. "I had to downsize a bit so the new remodel would have room."
Ravena trotted up to the controls and ran her hands along the console. "Hello there, sexy. It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
He frowned at her. "What did you just call her?"
"Her name." She shrugged and walked over to the monitor, staring at her reflection. "Odd. Didn't think I would like that. Thought I would be a bit taller."
"Ah, here we go," the Doctor muttered. "Hold on just a second, Ravena, and you'll be rid of the vortex."
"What?" She looked at him. "When exactly did I say that I wanted to be rid of the vortex?"
"Never," he muttered. "I simply decided that it would keep you alive."
Ravena stared at him with cold eyes. "Listen here, Doctor. I don't know what Gallifey taught you and everything, but I happen to know that removing a vortex from a person's mind has the capability of destroying their very identity and completely rewriting their entire history. Some other bloke might enjoy a complete rewrite, but I don't!"
"Too bad," he decided flipping the switch.
A door to the console opened and a golden light streamed out from Ravena and into the console. The light vanished and the Doctor closed the door. She stood there, wavering for a bit.
"Ravena?" the Doctor asked her.
She stared at him with blank eyes. "Nevermore," she whispered.
Then she collapsed. The Doctor rushed over to her side. He scanned her with the sonic screwdriver and checked the results. Her entire history was being erased and rewritten. Everything she was, everything she ever will be. All rewritten.
Her eyes opened and the Doctor leaned back. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked around, slightly confused.
"Hello there," the Doctor greeted.
"Hello," she answered. "Where am I?"
"Inside the TARDIS." He gestured around. "Basically, you're traveling around in a little blue box that happens to be bigger on the inside."
"And who are you?"
"The Doctor." He grinned and adjusted his bowtie. "Who might you be?"
She blinked, trying to remember. "Ravena Black," she answered. "Though I'd prefer Raven. Sounds much more like me."
"The welcome aboard the TARDIS, Raven!" He sprinted over to the controls. "If you'd just tell me where you came from, then I'll have you there in a second."
Raven stood. "I would, Doctor," she answered. "It's just that, I don't know where I came from."
"You don't?" He peered at her. "Is there anything at all that could help me figure it out?"
She frowned and shook her head. "Nothing. In fact, I don't even remember who I am."