I saw a bright light and looked around. I could see flames and dark black smoke as it rose from the flames. I couldn't tell what was burning, but I could see people starting the crowd around the fire at a safe distance to see what was going on. I walked- or what if really felt like was floating- over to the crowd. I recognized some of the people there, but I couldn't name them. My mind was fuzzy and blurred, and I couldn't think straight at all. I could hear some of the people murmuring to one another, saying things like, 'Is there anyone inside?' or 'Did someone call the fire department?'. I wondered these things too until I heard someone yelling. I knew that voice. And then the sound, the one I'd heard before in my dream, the one I knew but couldn't place. I'd seen all this before, except now I realized I was on the inside the last time. I knew someone was in there. I knew George would be in there too. I knew that I'd have to help them, but could I if I was already in there? What if that was me after I tried to help them? As all this was running through my blurred mind, I saw a tall figure run into the fire after another shout was heard from the inside. I appeared to be the only one who heard the shouts other than the person running in.

Then I realized, that was George running in to help the other man. I gasped and quickly ran after him. I had to stop George. I had to keep him out of there, or he'll get hurt or killed. I followed George into the burning structure and found it to be a building. I didn't know what building, it was too burnt to identify. George ran surprisingly well through the flames, and I found I could keep up with him and that I wasn't affected much by the smoke. George was however, and I could hear him coughing and struggling to breathe the further in we got.

George stopped suddenly and had a major coughing fit. I stopped and watched, trying to come up with something to help him, but I came up blank. I heard the voice calling again, and George started to run again, even through his coughing. I followed him wordlessly and I gasped when we came to an opening where the man was. I froze in fear as I stared at my semi-conscious body. I just stared at it until that sound echoed in my ears and I looked around for what it was. When I saw it, I nearly passed out. I felt my breath hitch and I literally nearly screamed when I saw the man with the noise. I knew then I had to be dreaming. The man with the thick rimmed glasses and the spiffy suit, the one I only ever saw on the TV or in my dreams. My favorite in the show, the brilliant man with his impossible box and his fantastic hair.

"George, get that vortex Manipulator and put it on your wrist." He said. He looked up and he seemed to look right at me. I watched closely as he got up and walked toward me. He stopped right in front of me and then the noise came back. I gasped as he looked at the instrument in his hand and then he frowned. I looked at George and I saw him knelt down next to me, looking heartbroken. He tenderly caressed my cheek and he brushed my hair off my sweaty face, "Alright George, when I tell you, press that button and then retrieve McKenzie, is that clear? You have to hold her hand tight and make sure you don't let go or you'll lose her, do you hear me, George?" George didn't look up from my unconscious form.

"Will she be alright?" he asked in a small voice, one I never heard before. The man standing in front of me, the one whose name wasn't coming to me in my blurred mind, didn't answer. George repeated himself, and still nothing. George got up and gave the tall suited man a dark glare that made my heart beat a little faster than it already was. I didn't know if it was because it was a rather frightening glare or if he was making the face because he was scared for me, "Will McKenzie, that girl right there, the one I love, be alright!?"

There was still nothing, then; "Doctor!"

Then I forgot it all...

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I gasped and sat straight up. I looked around at the dim lit room and I realized I was in George's apartment still. I sat there, trying to catch my breath, and trying to remember what I dreamed about. I remembered the noise, the fire, George, the man, and I remembered the vortex Manipu-something. But I remembered all that from before. I didn't remember who the man was, and I barely remember his face. As I thought the door to the bedroom door opened and George walked in. The look he was giving me made me remember the words, only the words, he said, 'The one that I love...'

"Uh, sorry," I said suddenly. George frowned and walked over to the bed.

"What're you sorry for?" he asked sitting next to me. His arm slid around my shoulders and I leaned against his chest.

"Whatever I keep doing wrong," I said hesitantly. George took in a sudden breath and I sat up and turned to look at him, "I am doing something wrong right? Every time we get close you back away and get upset by something, and the only thing I can think of is that I'm doing something wrong."

"Macca, you aren't doing anything wrong," George said giving me a look that I never expected from him. It was the same on I remember him giving me in my dream when I was unconscious, "I just feel like if we get close enough and then we- I just feel like you're more interested in Paul." I cocked an eyebrow at him in surprise.

"What?" I asked loudly as I got up off the bed, "Why in the whole universe would you think that!?"

"Because!" George said getting up too, "You kissed him and he found you when I couldn't and he took you to see Big Ben and all those other places!" My mouth dropped open and I shook my head.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" I said waving my hands around me, "I kissed Paul on the cheek! And I only did it once! I let Paul take me to Big Ben because I was worried about where you were and he and John didn't want me to worry! George, I kiss you on the cheek all the time! You took me to the museums and we snuck into the cinema! We took a walk in the park! I taught you how to make Spaghetti and you taught me to play the guitar and you- you- we nearly- I wanted you to kiss me and you just got up and left!" George and I stared at each other silently and I swear I was gonna scream if he didn't do something. I looked at him trying to figure out what he's thinking.

"Say something, George!" I yelled suddenly bursting into tears. George looked at his feet.

"You wanted me to kiss you?" he asked in that small voice from my dream. I nodded and George looked up at me before he suddenly rushed toward me. He grabbed my arm and I gasped as he brought his lips down to mine. His arms wrapped around my waist holding me to him and I kissed him back nearly immediately. I slid my arms around his neck and sighed. I didn't have barely any experience in kissing, but George certainly seemed to. He was quite good at it.

We stood there and kissed for what felt like forever. When George pulled away I was panting, trying to catch me breath. We looked at each other and I swallowed hard through my pants and I moved my hands up into George's hair. He didn't speak or move and I was starting to get a bit worried.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a quiet whisper, like someone was gonna hear it if I said it any louder. George shook shook his head and he grinned.

"Nothing," he said, "I wanted to do that since the moment you got in out car on Abbey Road." I laughed and I buried my face in his shoulder. I took in a deep breath as he tightened his grip on me and I grinned.

"George I-" There was a loud crash and a blinding flash and I screamed. When the light faded and I could see again, I couldn't believe what I saw. It was the impossible box. His impossible box. The man from my dreams, the one I'd only ever seen on the TV.