Sam and Dean talked on and on about my disappearance, but I didn't say a word. Since they hadn't been hurt for being on the opposite site of the car, they asked for an ambulance for me. They thought I was suffering from brain damage or shock since I wasn't talking.

I think the only shock I was going through was internal shock. It shocked me how I used to think everything revolved around my life on Earth. There were no other life forms. There wasn't such a thing as time-travel. And all the fictional stories were just simply fictional. But they are not. The mind is way more capable than you think and the universe we live in has possible impossibilities. Nothing is truly as it seems. It just takes a few moments to realize it.

When I finally arrived at the hospital, the Doctors poked and pinched at me hoping for a reaction. But they didn't get one.

I was like this for three days.

Men came in and out of my room in curious manners just staring at me. As much as I wanted to say something, I felt no need. Not to Sam, not to Dean, not to the man who limped, and not even to the man with the purple shirt and gorgeous cheek bones. It all meant nothing.

They all wondered why I was here. How I escaped, how my skin was left without a scratch, and why I wasn't speaking. To be honest, I didn't know why I wasn't speaking. I would if I could. I just didn't want to move on. How could you move on from the sights of the stars and magic? Why would you want to?

It was on that third day that I realized I didn't have to. The Doctor was coming back to me. I reached into my pocket. There it was. There it was. The key to my future. The key to the TARDIS.

I slid my finger across the silver and closed my eyes and wished. The men into the room noticed and started yelling. That lovely horrible sound came close in my ears and there it was. The beautiful TARDIS in my hospital room. The Doctor popped his head out the door, "so soon?"

I jumped off my bed and ran towards him with arms open. I was engulfed once again in his comfortable warmth. "You are a writer's dream. I'm never coming back here again. Take me to the most beautiful and magical places you can and I will always be on your side."

A smile slid across the Doctor's face. "You better."

We pulled apart and I stepped back only to realize the TARDIS had landed on Dean.