A/N: Sorry for the late update. This chapter was a bit hard to write, so it's short. I hope you like it. I think it's okay. NO FLAMES!!

Did you know that dreams are the things that scare humans the most?

The Doctor had always had trouble with dreams, which was part of the reason he never slept most of the time. Well, that and he figured that sleeping was a waste of time. Why sleep when you can see the universe?

But he'd fallen asleep today. And in his dreams, he danced with a red-headed queen. They were on the planet Oragnas and about ten apes were dancing around them. He trampled on her foot and she called him a name. Smiling at her fondly, he tapped her nose. "Oh, Amy Pond, you're my favorite!" He exclaimed.

Then he realized he wasn't dreaming. This was a memory.

He had been asleep, or rather knocked out. When his eyes opened, he had found himself tied down to a metal examining table. The room was quite dark and he could barely see, only making out the outline of the walls and a high ceiling. His mind was still in a fuzzy state, the memory of trampling over Amy Pond's feet still fresh in his mind.

Where was Amy?

Where was Rose?!

"Rose!" He exclaimed, yanking himself up only to be yanked back down by his bonds. "Rose, where are you?!"

He got no response.

The last thing he remembered was running outside, Rose following only two feet behind him. It had almost felt like old times. The two of them, ready to investigate. Then, there was complete darkness followed by his present predicament. He bowed his head and shut his eyes. "Think Doctor, think." He muttered to himself. "Am I talking to myself? Of course, I'm talking to myself. I'm cool like that. What happened last? What actually happened? Where is Rose? Ginger. Shut-up, Doctor. That's enough about gingers. I wish I could be ginger. I miss Donna. Wait!"

The Doctor looked up. His memory was returning. He remembered someone grabbing him. Forcing him down and yanking Amy's sweater from his clutches. He yelled something about being careful with it, because it was cashmere. That probably wasn't the best thing to yell at someone when they're kidnapping you.

"Doctor?" A voice called out, interrupting the Doctor's thoughts. He could hear a smirk in the stranger's voice. "Hello again."

"Are you alright?"

Rory's eyes popped open. He was lying down, face flat on the floor. He groaned, pushing himself up. His muscles ached like he'd been in some sort of explosion.

Had he been in an explosion?

"Mate, you okay?"

Rory at the owner of the voice. A young, skinny girl, around his age, stared back at him. Her short blond hair fell round her face as she stared down at him, a small smirk on her face.

"Er, I'm great." He said, pushing himself to his feet. He awkwardly examined his surroundings while the girl looked at him with wonder. He was in the TARDIS still. No, wait, he was in his TARDIS. A small smile found its way across his face.

He looked at the blond, "Where's the Doctor?" He asked, eyes shining with happiness. Things were looking good. No, not good. Things were looking great!

All humor vanished from the girl's face. She looked down at her feet. "He's gone." She muttered. "Are you Rory?"

Rory nodded slowly, his head buzzing. Maybe things weren't turning out so great after all. "Who are you?"

"I'm Rose." The blond woman said. "Rose Tyler."

Rory swallowed. He'd heard that name before. The Doctor had mentioned her once or twice. He looked at her carefully. She was really pretty. He could understand why the Doctor would like her. But as pretty as she was, it didn't matter. His main priority was finding his girlfriend and the Doctor. "Do you know where Amy is then? She's my girlfriend. Tall,and, er, ginger." Rory said, awkwardly describing her.

Rose shook her head. "No, but the Doctor was trying to find her before he disappeared." She said. She pushed back her hair behind her ear. "Look, Rory, I know we just met, and we don't know one another very well but if you know the Doctor, you can help me. I have no clue where he is but I know we need to find him. He's somewhere out there, I know he is, and he's waiting for us. Can you help me?"

Rory examined her for a moment. "Of course."

"Who are you? Where am I?" The Doctor asked.

It was a fair question, but the Doctor got no answer. Only a laugh.

"You don't know me?" The voice asked, as a man emerged from the shadows. The first thing the Doctor noticed was that the man looked like a shorter version of him. He wore a tweed coat and a bow tie, fashioned just like the Doctor's. He was balding slightly, but it seemed that his appearance didn't affect his confidence.

"No, I don't." The Doctor replied, looking the man up and down.

He smirked. "I'm the Dream Lord." He said, glaring at the Doctor, who looked at him as if he was a bomb. "I'm neither a friend nor foe."

"Then what are you?" The Doctor asked.

The Dream Lord began pacing back and forth. "It really doesn't matter what I am." He said. "The point is, I know everything about you Doctor. I know your worst fears. I have seen your dreams."

The Doctor could only stare. Was there even such thing as a Dream Lord? Or was he, perhaps, dreaming?In all his years, he couldn't recall ever coming across one.

The man stopped pacing and stood right in front of the Doctor. He snapped his fingers and the Doctors bonds. "I've seen your dreams, and now." He said, turning his back to the Doctor. "I'm giving them back to you."

"What do you mean?" The Doctor called out, rubbing his wrists.

The Dream Lord smirked. "Well, there may have been an explosion in the TARDIS." He said as he walked away and vanished into thin air.

The Doctor could only wonder what he meant. Now alone, he examined his surroundings. He looked like he was in a museum. It looked quite old, the walls sprouting cracks and chipped away paint.

But there was more than that. It was older than a couple of cracks and chipped paint. The walls looked like they might fall any second.

In fact, they did.