Honey sat back at her computer. Her story was started. It felt good to finally be writing it down but at the same time she felt more lost. Getting it straight in her own mind was supposed to help her explain it to someone else. Someone who could explain to her what was going on with her dreams. She'd always had wild dreams. Vivid and realistic and Honey had always been able to create some wonderful stories from them.

A slight believer in the occult, Honey always thought that she was favoured by a Muse. The dreams had always been just ideas though. Honey had always had to ultimately create the story herself. But now it was different. Her dreams were stories in and of themselves. They had a beginning, a middle and an end and always they were filled with the Doctor.

But not just the Doctor. There were other people too. Rose, Captain Jack, Mickey, Sarah Jane, Martha and so many others. For nearly 4 years now Honey had watched them. When Rose looked into the heart of the TARDIS Honey had felt the Doctor absorb that energy from her. It gave her a fever that lasted for 3 days. When Rose crossed the void for the last time Honey had nearly died of a heart attack, something that no medical professional had been able to explain. And later, when the Doctor had been infected by a sun, Honey had sleepwalked her way around her flat and destroyed half her belongings. The rage had been so strong she could feel the echo of it even now.

Somehow, these dreams of someone that didn't even exist were effecting every aspect of Honey's life. It was almost killing her and yet she couldn't help but love the Doctor. None of it was his fault. He didn't know what his emotions were doing to her but if he did Honey knew that he would find someway to stop it.

Today was the first time that Honey had attempted to put any of it down in words. She'd tried to explain it all to her best friend, Daniela, but the other woman simply had not understood. No one did. Not even the therapist that her mother had insisted that she see after the heart attack. They'd put her on some medication that was supposed to be an anti-psychotic. However, since Honey wasn't psychotic the drug did nothing except give her a headache and make her tired.

A week earlier Honey had gone to a seminar about dreams and their effect on sleep disorders and general health. Afterwards she had spoken to the man teaching the class and he had asked her to try writing down some of her night time adventures. He didn't laugh at her, he didn't ask her what the dreams were about or what her daily habits were, whether she took drugs or not. She was supposed to meet up with him later that day but Honey was nervous. She been staring at her computer screen for nearly an hour and had only established two facts: one being that she hated her name and the other that she was in love with a figment of her imagination.

"Oh this is so useless!"

Honey slid the keypad away from her and started pacing around the room.

"How can I put any of this into words. They aren't regular dreams. They aren't just a bizarre series of random events in my head. They are whole stories overflowing with sights and scent and emotions!"

There was a bang from the floor above and Honey realized that she'd been yelling. Honey did everything outloud. Usually it was just quiet whispering and chatting to herself but when something really frustrated her she tended to get louder.

Throwing herself down on the couch Honey started thinking up excuses as to why she had written nothing down for the lecturer. He had been very kind and she felt as if she would be letting him down when she showed up to their meeting with nothing more than the first time they'd met.

She reached for the coffee table and picked up his card. Hayden Delano. Everytime she looked at his card a memory floated to the surface and then sank again before she could recall it. Not because of his name but because of the symbol on the card. The same symbol that had been on the flyer about his senimar at the college. It was a hexagon with 5 smaller hexagons in a line inside it. At the bottom of the line of little hexagons was a larger circle. The circle had pieces missing though. Smaller circles removed from spots around the edges. Insides the broken circle were more circles shaped the same way. If you stared at the symbol long enough it seemed to shift and rotate, revealing more cicles within circles, getting smaller and smaller until they stretcher away into nothing.

Honey stared at the card a moment long and then tossed it carelessly away. It was hard to look at, hurt the eyes. Some kind of optical illusion or hologram. Maybe she'd ask Hayden how he'd come up with it. That would be a good way to avoid the real topic.

Glancing at her mobile Honey realized it was time to head to the coffee house where she and Hayden were to meet. Giving her computer an annoyed flip of the bird she pulled her coat on and headed out the door.

"He'll just have to heard it instead of read it. Writing it will belittle it anyway."