Everything is dark, she only could think. It was indeed dark, but in front of her there could be seen light. But there was a shadow blocking it. "Sherlock?" her gentle voice called out. The shadow showed himself with a smile on his face and hands in his pockets. "What is it Amy?" Sherlock asked.
"Where are we?" with those words, her Scottish accent echoed in the room. She looked at her love for answers, but he stayed quiet. He just stood there. They both reached their hands out to a gentle touch. Their hands caressed each other as if never wanting to be apart again. Suddenly, a dark entity appeared in the light behind Sherlock and started to consume him. "No, no, no, NO!" screamed Amy and tried to pull him back. He didn't struggle at all, but said "I'm sorry, Amelia, this is the only thing I can do to make you safe." It was not long until the dark entity has disappeared with him. Amy's emotions took control and she started screaming from the top of her lungs. She didn't want to loose him, she doesn't want to loose him. "Give him back! Give him back!"
"Amy.. Amy.." She could hear Sherlock's voice echoing in the darkness. Her head popped up and she started to look around. "Where are you darling'?" Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy. Someone was calling out to her. "For Goodness sake, Amy, wake up!" The voice was louder. Something was shaking her, or someone. She blinked and the vision she saw was a vision of relief. In front of her sleepy eyes, she saw Sherlock staring at her in concern. "Never eating desserts again before bed?" He joked.
A tear appeared in Amy's eye. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you.." she smiled and turned to the side and started to chuckle silently. It was just a horrible dream.
Sherlock could tell that the dream Amy had must've been terrible. The bruises on his legs and echoing ears are proof of that. He caressed Amy's firey-red hair and said with a gentle tone "Rest for a while, I'll go make you breakfast and coffee." He put on his dark blue night robe, fluffy blue slippers and went downstairs to the kitchen.
"It was just a dream." Amy continued to chuckle. "Thank God." She opened her eyes and stared at the place where Sherlock slept. His pillow is on the floor and his part of the bed is almost empty as if he really did fall down.
She decided to not to scallywag, stood up from bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Eyes have gotten swollen from the crying. She touched her throat. It's gotten swollen from the screaming.
"Great." she said to herself with sarcasm. "Just my luck."
Few moments later, when her mind has gotten more clear, she noticed that almost all her clothes are on the floor and she was wearing Sherlock's shirt.
For a few seconds the room was silent. The only sound in the room was the cricket sound coming outside. She glared at herself in the mirror. If only she could remember anything from the last hours before falling to sleep, this mystery would have been cracked by now, but it's all a blur.
Suddenly, a weird noise came from outside. Curious of what it is, she ran to her window and the image in front of her bewitched her. A blue police box is materializing in front of her house. Grabbing her snow white bath robe, she ran outside to see how it got there.
It's barely sunny outside and the wind is dancing in the air. "Hello?" she silently tried to call out the owner of this mysterious box. Step, by step, she was getting closer. When she tried to touch the handle of the box's door, the door opened itself. Out peeked a breathless man.
"What time is it?" he asked as he studied his surroundings.
"It's 4 AM." Amy replied, a bit freaked out, a bit curious.
"Where is this?"
"My flower garden."
The stranger blinked and looked down. His object has indeed landed in a flower bed. The white flowers were withered. The stranger scratched the back of his head.
"I can fix that.."
Amy crossed her arms and stared at him with question marks in her eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger took out his sliver screwdriver and flashed a wave of green light into Amy's eyes. "Who am I? Well, you can call me the Doctor."