Ten's POV

This could not be happening. Donna Noble was going to die right in front of my eyes. Was this some sick joke? Was I dreaming? Then again, there was a future version of me in here, and I didn't know what I was going to look like. There was also a strange redhead girl in another bed. Dreams only show you faces you've seen before. This completely defied that logic.

Donna ran over to me, but her excited expression quickly receded. "Wait, how am I still alive? You erased my memories to keep me alive." She started freaking out. "I'm going to die. I'M GOING TO FLIPPING DIE!" "Donna!" I grabbed her shoulder. "I'm going to die, aren't I, Doctor?" I breathed in. "I don't know. It seems whoever or whatever put us in here is keeping you alive. You're not as… messed up as you were that day," I said. "Oi! So I was a little out of sorts then. But does that mean I'll be fine?" she asked. "I don't know," I said, honestly confused at how she was staying alive. Did whoever put us in here somehow take out the Timelord in her?

"Why are we here?" said the Scottish redhead, interrupting our conversation. "Amy's got a point, we have to all have come together for some reason," the other Doctor said. Amy. That's her name. "We've got to find a way out," Rose proclaimed. I looked at her. "If there is a way out."

Eleven's POV

I fixed my bowtie and hopped off of my bed. Then, I noticed something peculiar. The bed that I was on was TARDIS blue and had a pattern of scattered fezzes. I looked around and saw that the others' beds were designed to fit them. Rose's was light pink and had, well, roses on them. Cartoon roses. Ten's was pinstriped with his model of the sonic screwdriver in between each pinstripe. The pinstripes were quite wide for pinstripes. Donna's bed was a brick red with little clocks on it. I suppose that it represented her being part Timelord. Amy's was red and had little TARDISes on it, but they looked like they were drawn by a seven-year-old. Whoever put us in here had been inside our minds.

"Look!" Ten said. He pointed to a note on an end table. "This could be a clue!" He picked it up and read it aloud,

"Welcome, Doctors, Donna Noble, Amelia Pond, and Rose Tyler. We have only brought the most impossible beings from your two recent lives to participate. Amelia, pulled from a different time. Rose, pulled from a different dimension. And Donna… Oh, what a pleasure having her here. You see, we've implanted the memories you've ever so rudely taken, Doctor. We know you wonder of her current existence. We keep her alive, but only for now. You must find these notes if you want to survive this... paradox."

"That's all," he said. "What did they mean by 'for now'?" Donna asked. Ten sighed. "I don't like this," he said. "Me neither," said Rose. I buried myface in my hands. "It seems like something like The Hunger Games," I told them. "The Hunger What?" Rose asked. "Right, it isn't popular yet," I remembered. Amy then said, "But we're not in an arena, and I don't think they'll have us fight to the death, whoever they are." "Right," I said, "Nothing like The Hunger Games, forget I mentioned The Hunger Games."

"I dunno 'bout you, but I'm going downstairs to explore," said Donna, heading for the staircase. I glanced at Ten and he nodded. We headed downstairs to explore and find out why we were here.