The dream started in pitch darkness. It was like I was going to suffocate on the constricting blackness. It was wrapped around my whole body like water. I didn't like it.

I couldn't see anything. I started to panic and look all around, but seeing nothing. I turned all the way around and there was no sign of life, or anything for that matter. The only thing I was conscious of was the black void all around me constricting my body.

Then from my peripheral vision I saw a light. It was just like a spot light of a stage and it was pointing to the corner of whatever weird room I was in.

I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around to see who or whatever was behind me. When I discovered no one there I turned back around to the light in the corner.

My eyes spread wide open. There in the corner where the light was stood a Weeping Angel. It was facing it's back toward me with it's hands covering it's face as if it was crying. No wonder they were called Weeping Angels.

I remembered what the Doctor told me, so I kept my eyes open. Even though I was persistent to keep them open it became difficult, because my eyes began to burn and water.

I heard the footsteps behind me again and spun around in spite of my fear. I was breathing heavily and my lungs felt like ice as if I was running for a long time.

Then I remembered the Angel behind me and turned around again.

What I saw almost stopped my heart. The Weeping Angel was right in my face. It's stone fangs were showing themselves at me, and it looked like the Angel froze in mid snarl. It's hands were raised and curved into claws as if it was about to rip me into shreds.

From the distance I heard a scream that sounded like Zhara. I wanted to move but I couldn't. It was like the darkness had frozen me into a Weeping Angel.

Maybe I was transformed into a Weeping Angel. Maybe the darkness had wrapped itself so tightly around my body that it forced me onto stone.

I began to panic and I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The darkness had a tight hold on my lungs, so I couldn't speak or breath. So instead of screaming out loud I screamed on the inside. It echoed inside my brain, and made it's way through out my body.

I felt someone shaking me from the darkness. Somewhere from the void or blackness a voice was calling my name. Actually there were two voices. I wanted to answer back, and ask the voices for help, but I couldn't speak. The darkness was just too much.

And suddenly the darkness left, and the shaking became more active. I opened my eyes to see Zhara and the Doctor standing above me.

"What happened? You was screaming in your sleep. Was you having another dream?" Zhara asked, sounding worried.

I felt like I still couldn't speak so all I did was nod.

The Doctor put his hand on my forehead. "You have a fever," he said. "Hold on. Let me get a cold cloth to cool you down," and with that he left the room.

"What happened in the dream?" Zhara asked.

I didn't know how to explain it so I stuttered, "W-w-weeping An-angels."

"Oh, jeez," she said, messing with her hair.

I could feel the sweat on my face, and it felt so cold on my skin.

The Doctor came back with the wet cloth. He felt my head one more time, and then he placed the cloth on my head.

It felt cold and I shivered.

"She has a virus," he said.

"It is probably from when we danced in the rain," Zhara said, smiling sheepishly.

I smiled and began laughing weakly, but the laugh turned into a ugly cough.

"That is probably the exact reason she got sick," he said. He sort of gave us a scolding look, like a mother would do if her child had eaten the last cookie from the jar, or if they spilt milk on the new carpet.

The doctor moved a few strands of hair that were plastered on my face from the sweat, and tucked the blankets more tightly around me.

"She said she dreamed about the Weeping Angels," Zhara told the Doctor.

The Doctor pulled up a chair to my bed and sat in it. "What exactly happened in your dream, Haven?" he asked.

I felt okay now, so I told him all about the dream.

"And then I felt like someone was shaking me, and I woke up to find you and Zhara standing over me," I finished.

The whole time I was explaining my dream the Doctor looked like he was in deep thought. Zhara looked fine until I mentioned the scream, and her expression changed to fear.

The Doctor was messing with his hair, like it was going to help him figure out whatever was on his mind. Then he randomly stood up and said, "I'm going to make you some soup," and walked out of the room.

"What is wrong with me? Why did I have that dream? Why did you have those dreams? Did you even have a dream last night?" I just kept talking because it felt way better than suffering the silence of the constricting darkness.

"I don't know what it wrong, but right now I know you need to calm down. You are fine, and that was just a dream," she took the cloth from my forehead and began dabbing at my face with it.

"It is so wrong. Why do they have to be so real? I could feel everything, even the echoes from the footsteps," I sat up a little, and Zhara placed the cloth back on my head in it's original place.

"I don't understand it any just as you," Zhara said. "But we are going to have to figure it out together."

It was silent for a few seconds, until I heard a vibrating noise. Then I noticed it was coming from my bag that was on the floor. Zhara picked it up and handed it to me.

I opened my bag and found my phone going off.

"How is your phone going off when we are traveling through time?" Zhara asked.

I only shrugged and looked at my phone. I wasn't getting a call, I was just getting a lot of text messages. When it finally stopped going off I had six text messages.

I opened my phone and looked at them. Two of them were from my mom, and another two were from my dad. The final two were from my friend, Kassandra. I automatically deleted the ones from my parents, and opened the messages from Kassandra. One of them said 'Why aren't you in school?' and the other said 'Did you run away.'

I didn't reply. I only closed my phone.

Kassandra was part of my trio. I was the leader, because I was the one who kept it organized. Zhara and Kassandra are the second in command. Zhara and Kassandra are really the only people I trust. I have known Kassandra since I was five. I know it wasn't as long as Zhara, but she has the same inside jokes as us.

I didn't not text her because I didn't like her. I didn't text her because I didn't know what to say. I couldn't just tell her that I was traveling around with a man in a big blue box, now could I? No, because she would think I was completely mad.

"Who were the text messages from?" Zhara asked.

"Mom, dad, and Kassandra," I answered.

"Did you tell them anything?"

"Nope. I would tell Kassandra, but she wouldn't believe me. She would have to see it for herself. You know how she is. She would have to see it to believe it."

"Yup, that's good ol' Kassandra."

My phone vibrated again, and I opened it up. It was another text from Kassandra. It said, 'Haven, I need to talk to you. I have been having these weird dreams. They are scaring me.'

I looked at Zhara.

"What did the text say?" she asked, curious.

"It was from Kassandra. She told me she was having dreams that were scaring her," I said.

Zhara's eyes got big. "Oh, no. That's not good," she said.

The Doctor came back in with my soup just a second later and set it on the table beside my bed.

"I am still trying to figure out why you and Zhara are having those dreams," he said, opening a pack of crackers. Then he looked at me. "You do like crackers, right?"

"Yes, I do, but I don't think Zhara and I are the only ones having the dreams, Doctor," I said.

His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I held my phone up, which still showed the text from Kassandra. "What I mean is, my friend is having dreams that are scaring her, just like us."