Author Note: In this story, the figure in the black cloak will be refer as the Black Shadow. From now on the story will take a darker tone. My intent was to never to mislead you. This is just where the story will be going. I hope your like this chapter. Any mistakes are mine. Please review I would like to hear your opinions.

"Martha, wake up, we're here."

Martha opened her eyes. "What? Where am I?" She stretched her arms and legs. She looked down. She was wearing a dress. The dress looked familiar.

She looked up. "Doctor?" She blinked a few times.

"The one and only. Come on, don't want to be late." He stepped aside to let her out of the car.

She stepped out . Her head felt a little fuzzy. The Doctor gently grabbed hold of her hand and guided her out of the car.

"Are you okay?" The Doctor looked concerned.

"Yes, I'm okay," It wasn't long before her head clear and she remembered. "Somebody grab me," Martha thought. "I was watching over Shakespeare." They just got out of the parking lot. She looked at the Doctor. Or was it the Doctor. At the moment, he seemed his usual self and enjoying the walk. He caught her looking at him.

"You look beautiful."

"Um." She hadn't expect that. "Thank you."

"I've seen stars, suns, and moons but they couldn't compete with your beauty."

"Okay," She thought. "Thanks Doctor," She said. She stopped them both on the pavement "I'm surprise you're here."

"Why?" He stroked the side of her face, "I'd be a prat not to spend time with you."

Her heart was melting. She remembered the promise she made to herself of trying to get over her feelings for the Doctor, but she couldn't help herself. Maybe this wasn't the Doctor, but the attention she was receiving was wonderful.

"I mean, just a few minutes ago I was stuck with an unconscious Shakespeare, and I had to defeat the head Carrionite. When did you get into my mind?"

The Doctor dropped his hand and gave her a worried look. "Stuck where? I didn't leave you back in 1599. Martha what are you talking about?" He reached into his tuxedo jacket pocket. Martha then noticed he was wearing the same tux as when they attended Lazarus's party.

"Doctor." She laughed and gently smacked him on the shoulder. "I'm messing with you." She began to walk again. "That was not good,"Martha thought, "What was going on? Was the Doctor acting? But why? She knew he had his crazy methods. Maybe he was trying to flush out the virus. She stopped. They were at Lazarus Laboratories. She was about to protest when she caught sight of the figure in the black cloak or as she called him, The Black Shadow, entering the building. If she was ever going to wake up, she had to confront The Black Shadow, or the demon as Shakespeare called him. She was sure the figure was one and the same.

"Martha, are you sure you're okay. We can -"

"I'm fine," She turned to the Doctor and smiled.

He smiled back, "Allons-y!"

Everything happened like she remembered the memory. Except her family wasn't here and the Doctor was dropping compliments left and right. Lazarus was there. He entered the manipulator's capsule and the capsule malfunctioned. The Doctor saved the day and Lazarus came out as a young man. The audience oohed and ahed. Lazarus even kissed her hand again. Martha was certain, she saw the Doctor looked a little jealous. Also during this time, she looked out for The Black Shadow. He seemed to have disappeared into the crowd. That when the Doctor suggested they analyzed Lazarus's DNA. She agreed. Maybe The Black Shadow was on another floor. They were in the science labs when she head a noise.

"What's that?" said Martha

The Doctor looked up, "I didn't hear anything."

Then the door flew off its hinges and hit the wall.

"I think he mutating." said the Doctor.

"You think?" Martha replied in a sarcastic tone.

Lazarus, now in his insect form. crept toward them. They raced out of the science lab and down the long hall. She heard another bang. They kept running. They raced to the lift they rode on.

"Damn," said the Doctor.

"What's wrong?"

"The lift not working."

Martha screamed. "Use your sonic!"

"You don't have to scream. I-"

The Doctor was interrupted by a loud bang. Lazarus had banged into a wall the second time and was coming toward them.

"Too dangerous. Take the stairs,"He pulled Martha along.

They manage to find the stairs, but they only managed to passed one floor, when they heard the click clack of Lazarus' feet in the stairwell. They had no choice. The Doctor and Martha decided to exit the stairwell. The current floor they were on was just hallways, so no doors, no offices, no cubicles just left and right turns. It felt like they were stuck in a maze.

Lazarus had followed them onto the floor they were currently occupying..

"Where the exit to this floor?" howled the Doctor.

Martha was glad she was wearing sensible shoes.

" There's the exit!" Martha pointed to the door. "We're going to make it !"

They stood in a long hallway. She could hardly see the exit door. The hallway looked like it went on forever. Martha heart raced. She knew the hallway look long but she was confident she and the Doctor were going to make it.

"Come on,"

They both started running. They were half way from the exit when Martha tripped.

"Bloody hell!." Martha scrambled up, but was shocked to feel a jolt of pain run up her leg. She looked down. She'd stepped into a hole in the floor, and twisted her ankle. "What the hell?" she thought.

The Doctor had run some length in front of her. He turn around. "Martha come on."

"Doctor I twisted my ankle help me," Martha cringed. The pain felt so real. The ankle throbbed again. She tried to stand up, but pain was still intense.

"Crawl."

"What!"

"Crawl if you can't walk."

Before she could respond. She heard the click clack of Lazarus feet.

"Doctor we don't have time to debate this," The Doctor was still away form her. She swore she saw him debate to himself. Then he rushed toward her and began to pull her up.

"Doctor," rasped Lazarus.

Martha turned around. Lazarus stood at the end of the hall. He just stood there and bobbed his head from side to side. The he moved toward them.

Before she knew it, she was already on the floor. Looking up she saw the Doctor running away from her.

"Doctor!" she screamed.

He kept on running and flew though the exit door. He never look back.

"Doctor?" she whispered.

"Ms. Jones you look delicious," rasped Lazarus.

Lazarus rose to his full height. Standing on his hind legs. He was almost on top of her. She kept moving toward the exit. She crawled

"You are not real," Martha threw one of her shoes at the giant insect. Lazarus easily dodged the shoe.

"Is this."

A long, thick, pink tongue emerged out of his mouth. She felt the wet, slimy, and sandpaper like tongue on her face. It felt real . She shivered.

"You taste wonderful," Before she knew it, Lazarus wrapped his tongue around her throat. She scratched at his tongue, but he wouldn't loosen his vision became blurry and everything went black.