When the Doctor woke, the door of the police box was standing open and some lovely sunlight was pouring in. He snatched the sonic screwdriver and hopped out the door. He found Willa standing next to one of the slugs outside. The slugman stood motionless while Willa paced around him tapping her nose in thought. She looked utterly surprised to see him, "What are you doing?"

"Oh you know," he gestured vaguely, "having a look about."

She turned back to the slugman, "Odd."

He propped an arm up on her shoulder, "So ah – what happened?"

"Hush, I'm thinking."

The Doctor took a step back, "Excuse me."

"I'm thinking-" she illustrated ridiculously with her hands, "you shut it."

"That's not how it works. You see, I'm the Doctor. You shut it while I'm thinking. I have the plans."

"You know," she shoved a finger into his chest, "you're pretty pushy for being a dream."

For about three seconds the Doctor thought that sitting down and being very quiet was a wonderful idea. He shook himself out of it though, "What?"

Willa patted his shoulder, "This is my dream. I'm not actually sure why you're here. Maybe I've got plans for you, I don't know yet. I'm trying to deal with these guys. So just be a dear and hush a bit while I think of a way to get us out of this. Now. The slugs think this box is your time machine, yeah?"

"Right. Sure. So now, you're doing all of this?"

"And they're afraid of your spaceship, yeah?"

"Right. Sure. But you're doing all of this?"

"Yes, but why are they afraid of this box? You got weapon on here or something?"

He stepped in front of her to stop her pacing, "How are you doing this!"

She sighed and gently pushed him out of her way, "I'm just dreaming. Just stepping through everything so I can figure this out. I can't imagine why I wanted you to be so belligerent, but here you are. Now is there anything your little box can do that would frighten them away?"

"Ok, that's weird. You're weird. But I – well – I suppose it could self-destruct. Ah! You're brilliant!" The Doctor kisses her soundly on both cheeks and began to talk very quickly, "We can make it sounds like the Tardis is going to self-destruct. You can do a count down. It'll sound better if you do it. Computers are always girls. Start at two minutes. No, three minutes. No, two minutes. Ah! It's prefect. Now how do we get out of this… thing…," he started back for the box.

"Whenever I want." Willa pulled sharply on his jacket, slipping it off him, and spinning him around. "We've got all the time in the world in here. "She took a fistful of his shirt and pressed him up against the police box. "Now why don't you help me out here."

Before he quite knew what he was doing the Doctor was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and taking hold of Willa's bronze curls the other. "Ah! No!" He tried to jump away from her, but only succeeded in bashing his head against the side of the police box.

"Easy there," Willa looped her fingers through his belt loops. "My you are a jumpy little figment." She kissed his neck.

"Figment?" the Doctor asked drowsily.

"Of my imagination, darling. I'd just like to have a bit of fun while I've got such excellent inspiration here."

The Doctor found himself unwillingly undoing another button. He found that if he took a deep breath and concentrated for a moment he could stop and take her firmly by the shoulders, but while he fully intended to tell her to stop this, he ended up kissing her. Though there was an infuriating lack of control over his actions – he considered – he'd been in worse situations.

Somewhere between the curve of her neck and the straps of her sundress there was a noise whose origin the Doctor couldn't make sense of. Willa faded before him, and when he opened his eyes he was back in the police box. He shook Willa roughly awake, "How dare you!"

"Hmm?" She replied sleepily.

"I am the Doctor! The Oncoming Storm! And you think you can just puppet me about? Who do you think you are?"

He glared at her for a long moment before realization began to pass slowly over her face. "Oh, goddess….," she breathed, "You were there? I mean – you remember? How were you in my dream? That doesn't make any sense."

The Doctor took a long breath and calmed down a bit, "This hasn't happened before?"

Willa curled her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her skirt. "Don't talk to me. I'm dead."

He put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a hearty shake, "It's alright."

She groaned, "I said I'm dead. Leave me alone."

"No, I'm flattered. Really, I am." At that moment their was a loud bang and the walls of the police box shook. "That however is not so good. Now do you remember that brilliant plan of yours? Or were you too distracted by my dashing physique?" he straightened his bow tie.

She nodded but didn't look up, "It was really more of your plan."

"Well maybe. But buck up now. And speak with this - " he hit a few buttons on the strange flashlight and handed it her. "pressed against your throat. Start at two minutes."

Willa obeyed, though she jumped when the flashlight magnified her voice – adding to it an odd layer of computerization, "Tardis self-destruct sequence initiated. Tardis self-destruct sequence initiated. Self-destruct in two minutes. Self-destruct in two minutes."

The Doctor listened with his ear pressed against the door. When she reached the end of her countdown the Doctor leaped out the door. "Ha! They've gone! We've won!"

Willa stepped outside the blinking against the bright sunshine. "Well that was quite the afternoon."

The Doctor linked his arm through hers, "Quite. Now how would you like to see my real time machine?"

"Do I get a ride?"

"I don't see why not. As long as you can keep your hands to yourself. Where would you like to go?"

Willa considered the repercussions of following a strange man off through the streets to goodness knows where to his supposed time machine. It might not have been the best decision of her life. But then, surely the day couldn't get any stranger. "Oh I don't know. Surprise me."