After breakfast, the Doctor helped the children to dress before taking them into one of the many gardens to play. They ran and screamed on the wooden swing set that Jack had bought for them as a way to burn off energy safely inside the TARDIS. Not only did it have swings but it also had two slides, a climbing wall, and a covered fort area. He normally didn't let them scream, but this garden was a place for them to be the carefree children that he never got to be. So he sat watching as they played.

"Tell Jack I'm fine," the Doctor spoke up upon hearing someone approaching. He didn't need to look over to know that it was Martha. He knew that Jack would send her to try to talk to him after he refused to talk to him this morning.

"I'm not going to lie to your husband for you as we both know you aren't fine," Martha informed him as she took a seat on the bench next to him. "Jack tells me that you haven't slept for at least three nights now because you are having nightmares. Do you want to tell me about them?"

"Not really," The Doctor admitted. He ran his hand through his hair making his already spiky hair standing up more. It was clear he was agitated and looking at his face she could see how tired he was. As his Doctor, she wanted him to climb into bed to sleep for a few hours while Jack watched their children. As his friend, though, she knew that it would never happen. He would continue to fight sleeping until the exhaustion overwhelmed him and his body forced him to sleep for a few hours. That was unless she could make him see reason first.

"I think you should anyway. I know it is hard for you to talk about your nightmares but by telling me, I can help you to understand them and hopefully help them to stop," Martha stated. The Doctor couldn't help but roll his eyes at her.

"I know why I am having them. It is the same reason I had the nightmare previously," the Doctor told her.

"You're having the same one as before?" Martha wondered in concern.

"Yeah," the Doctor whispered. The nightmare had started shortly after they learned that Imogen was sick. His baby had been born early and had health problems from the moment she entered the universe. Even though, Martha and the TARDIS kept a close eye on his daughter she had fallen sick a few months after her first birthday. She had been sick constantly since birth but it was different this time as she grew weaker. The nightmares began shortly after as he feared for his daughter's life. In his dreams, he held her as she gasped for breath sobbing in his arms. He tried his best to comfort her even as he begged the Master to stop hurting them. The Master just laughed not listening to him as he informed the Doctor it was his fault for daring to carry a little girl. If he had only had the heir that the Master wanted, none of this would be happening.

"She's not sick again? Is she?" Martha questioned as he turned her eyes towards the little girl playing with her siblings. She seemed happy and healthy enough, but Martha knew that looks could be deceiving.

"No. No. I promise I wouldn't hide that from you or Jack. Especially, Jack," The Doctor reassured her. He smiled as she wrapped an arm around him hugging him.

"So what brought back the nightmares?" she asked. The Doctor didn't answer her right away as he continued to stare at his children. "Doctor?"

"It is coming up on the one-year mark since she first got sick. I thought I was fine and could celebrate a year had passed but last week she fell off the slide while playing. I got to her quickly but she had scared herself from falling and was crying so hard that she was gasping for breath around the sobs," the Doctor admitted.

"Just like in your dreams," Martha concluded and the Doctor nodded. "If you want I can examine her, prove to you that she is still healthy."

"I know that in my hearts and in my mind when I am awake. I just have a harder time convincing myself it is true while I sleep," the Doctor responded. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He could see pity in her own eyes and that just irritated him. He didn't to be pitied. "I'm fine though Martha. Like I told, Jack. I will sleep tonight regardless of the nightmare."

"Are you sure because I could prescribe you a sleep aid, if that will help you to get the rest you need," Martha offered. The Doctor shook his head no. He didn't want to be sedated with no way out of the nightmares if they became too bad.

"I can sleep on my own. Now can you please go tell Jack that I am fine so he will stop worrying about me," the Doctor questioned.

"Of course," Martha agreed. The Doctor watched her leave the room. He was still annoyed by her making him talk and annoyed with Jack as well for sending her to bug him. Calling the children to his side, he took them to the control room with him as he changed the corrdinates on the console. He needed a few hours away from the hub and he knew just the place he could take the children to run.

-DW-

The Doctor pulled his body across the stone ground. Blood was running down the back of his head and his entire body felt useless. He had to keep going, though, had to get his children to the TARDIS and to safety. Thinking was hard, so he focused on that one thought as he moved slowly across the ground.

"Save my children," he chanted to himself as he struggled for every centimeter. He could hear people approaching from behind. People who wanted to hurt them. He couldn't let them. "Save my children." He was too far away from the TARDIS, though. Soon they would be next to him and he wouldn't be able to stop them. He felt the regeneration energy flowing through his body. It was building and soon would be at his peak allowing him to change bodies. Hopefully in time to save them all.

The people were nearly upon them when a piercing scream filled his head, and his world went dark.