Hello there :) Sorry it's been a while, I've been busy with real life and all that boring stuff, but I've taken care of that. Yey! Anyway, sorry again and I hope it was worth the wait!

As I went up the stairs, I thought of all that had happened that night. Was it really less than an hour ago that my world had been normal? That I was just an ordinary girl walking in the rain with no conception of how big the universe actually was? Now look at me: I was chatting with an alien in my living room.

I walked into my spare room and looked at all my drawings. Creatures, planets, colors. Was I actually crazy? Maybe I had visions of real things? Now that I knew alien planets and species actually existed- my drawings didn't look as crazy as they had before. On the other hand, having visions of the universe was an insane notion- it was completely impossible. How could I possibly see the universe if I had never left Britain, let alone Earth?

I was suddenly yanked out of my reverie. And for the third time that day, I felt a stabbing pain in my head, more painful than usual. I collapsed on the floor and the world was a rush of colors and shapes. Pain coursed through my entire body as I felt a swelling anger. And those eyes, those burning eyes...

"Lily!" I heard someone cry from a distance. I opened my eyes and saw the Doctor kneeling over me.

Oh, it wasn't at a distance then.

"Are you alright?" He asked. He moved and I heard the same high-pitched ringing noise I had heard in the alleyway. I noticed that I was on the floor. Oh yes, I fell. I was still really confused about what was going on- a symptom of the visions.

I suddenly felt someone shake me by the shoulders, "Lily, are you alright? Say something!"

I should answer him, I thought to myself, but it took a minute for that command to register in my brain.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine," I lied not too convincingly, "What happened?" I was still really slow at the moment.

"I don't know. A few minutes after you went upstairs I heard a crash and a scream... You sounded like you were hurt." He was looking at me with a worried expression on his face.

At his words, I started to remember: I fell to the floor and I pushed over a table with a stack of drawings on it. Then I must've screamed from the unusual amount of pain. Then my vision: just a bunch of shapes. Circles- like what you would see inside a clock. And the eyes... I had seen those eyes again as well.

"Lily, what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing." I said shaking my head, trying to dispel the sense of confusion. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight off his questions if I wasn't fully concentrating.

"You shouldn't lie- it doesn't work on me." He said seriously.

I might as well tell him, I thought to myself, he's not going to stop asking.

But he'll think you're a nutter, that annoying voice at the back of my head argued. You don't want that, do you? You like talking to someone who doesn't think you're a freak for once. I really wasn't too fond of this voice.

He won't think that I'm a freak! Look at him! It's not like he's exactly "sane"!

"Lily!" His impatient voice broke off my internal argument. "What's wrong?" he asked again.

I hesitated, "Nothing. Well not exactly nothing I suppose. I just ... see stuff." I finished lamely.

"See stuff?"

"Yeah, like pictures- like I'm seeing really strange movies inside my head. I'm just sick- that's all."

"Sick? What do you mean, sick?" I didn't understand his question, wasn't it obvious?

"I mean like mentally insane, crazy, a nutter." I really didn't want to be talking about this. He finally understood what I was saying and a look of disgust creeped onto his face. I knew this would happen.

"Oh, you humans! You take anything you don't understand and just label it "crazy" don't you! Anything that doesn't make sense in your limited reality must not be sensible!" He looked angry, but it wasn't directed at me, more like the world. That was not the reaction I expected.

"Lily, I want you to listen to me very carefully- you are not crazy. Unique, most definitely, but that doesn't make you insane, it makes you wonderful." He took my face into his hands as he said this and looked into my eyes, like he was trying to make me believe him- and it worked.

I smiled. This was the first time anyone had told me I wasn't insane, and the first time someone hadn't shied away from me because of my visions. I really did like the Doctor now.

He returned my smile and looked around the room-suddenly noticing all of the drawings, "Oh," he said, mildly surprised, "So these must be what you see."

"Yeah. I have to draw them right away, or I'll just forget them. Actually..." I thought for a moment, frustrated with myself. "I forgot what I just saw! Unbelievable, all that pain for nothing!" I hated when this happened, especially the really confused feeling I got afterward. I knew I had seen the eyes agin and the strange circles- but I wouldn't be able to draw them with any detail.

The Doctor was waling around the room looking at all my pictures with a curious and disbelieving expression. He froze when he saw a picture on the table and picked it up. I watched him stand there for a few moments before he spoke.

"Do you have names for any of these- just out of curiosity?"

"Yeah, some of them. They just come to me sometimes when I'm drawing them. It feels like calling a table a table- it just makes sense... I'm not explaining it right, it's a hard feeling to put to words."

He turned towards me: "What about this one?" He held up the picture he had stopped at. I recognized it immediately because I had drawn it several times. It was a robot with a plunger for a hand.

I nodded, "I call that a Dalek."

Sorry this one wasn't as long as the last one, but I thought this was a good place to end. Please review!