Chapter 1: A Hitchhiker's Guide Dreaming
The Doctor shone his sonic screwdriver into my eyes. It whizzed loudly and the stark green light blinded me momentarily.
"Aha! Headaches Amy? You really should have told me about this earlier!" exclaimed the Doctor with a worried, but excited look on his face.
"I'm fine Doctor really! I'm sure it's just a cold or something. Or maybe" I said while rubbing the remaining green splotches out of my eyes. "I have developed an allergy to bowties." I laughed at the not amused look that came onto his face. He really needed to get with the fashion of today.
"Amy, there's really nothing wrong with bowties. Bowties are cool!" he tried again to explain to me, with the same amount of success the last hundred attempts had resulted in. "No, what's happening to you my dear Pond is, someone has developed a mental link to you, a physic link that literally allows them to be in your mind while still staying in theirs." Said the Doctor as he consulted his sonic screwdriver again. "They've literally turned your brain into their personal home cinema. They've joined in to your brain and are sharing your thoughts and everything your hearing and seeing. Now, the science of this, well, it's not completely human. The subject would need a pretty large adrenaline boost, if they were human and some of the stardust from the outer ring of the Lingolian sun…"
"Doctor!" I yelled. "What do I do then? How do I get them out of my head?" the thought of someone watching and reading my every move and thought was not a pleasant one." The Doctor moved around the control panels of the TARDIS and flipped a few switches. Then he finally moved back towards me, reached into his pocket and then extended his hand. In the center of his palm was a small red pill. He simply said, "Swallow". I reached out and plucked the pill out from his hand. Then I tossed my head back and threw the capsule in. After swallowing thoroughly I said, "So what does this do, exactly?" Not bothering to spare me a glance the Doctor said,
"It will strengthen the subconscious of your mind where this person has found access. It's basically going to create a complete mental block, keeping all hitchhikers out." He continued to mess with the different buttons and controls and acted as if this sort of thing happened everyday. Well, it probably did in his part.
"So no more headaches?" I asked, simply trying to get his attention away from all the different thingamabobs scattered about. He smiled and looked up at me.
"No more headaches." He stated, then returning to what he was previously in the middle of. Once it appeared that he was finished with what he was doing he said in an enlightened manner, "So why don't we go and find Rory, eh? Haven't seen him in a while. What's he been up to? I can never remember."
"Oh, just hanging around with his mates. He just got a promotion at the hospital, so he's been busy with that, but last time I checked he was at a pub watching the football match." I said swinging back around to the other side of the room to pick up my coat.
"Oh good! Doesn't sound like he's too busy. Let's go and fetch him?" The Doctor flipped a switch and the TARDIS lurched into motion. After a moment it settled down.
"So what else do you keep in your pockets?" I asked in a curious sort of way.
"Now that" he said with his fingers pointed towards me, "is a secret." I headed towards the door and took his outstretched hand.
"Shall we?" he asked and just like that the scene went black.