"Van Statten?" Rose, the Doctor, and John all inquired at the same time, their eyes lighting up.

"They're working for Paul Van Statten. A high-up member of the Silence, I'm presuming. I'm also guessing you all have met him?..." River looked up and saw the Doctor's shocked stare.

"Paul... That's not right, his name was Henry," Rose reminded them, now pacing her cell, a bad habit she had picked up from John.

"Perhaps he's an ancestor," The half Time-Lord suggested while copying Rose's pace in his own cell.

"Think he remembers you?" River replied, not shocked that the Doctor had met this man's relatives. Was there anyone he hadn't met at this point of his life? The Doctor nodded and ran a hand through his hair, not replying. "And I'm guessing you made your charming impact."

Rose stifled a laugh at this and the Doctor and John mumbled an incoherent "Oi!"

"He was a man obsessed with alien artifacts and belongings, he even had a live alien in containment... A Dalek."

River nodded slowly, taking in the information. "So we got some information, and Rose is cured of whatever they did to her. Can we call it a night?"

When all the friends were sound asleep in bed, (It wasn't like they had a way to prepare for night or anything, although the lights did turn off when they all decided to sleep, most likely due to Nathaniel's kindness) the only sound that could be heard was Rose's soft snoring. However, a mere hour into the night, the Doctor was jolted awake from a nightmare. His breaths quickened and his eyes flashed open, sweat across his forehead and down his neck to the point where it was dripping.

He stood up from his bed and tried to shove the images of the Time War away from his mind, as well as any thoughts of River in a body bag. Looking over at the cell across from him, he could see her blonde curls peering out from underneath the covers that were brought up to her forehead, the way she always slept.

He could see a peaceful smile rested on her face when she adjusted herself under the covers and the Doctor wanted to break his own neck. Why did he have to be the person to take that beautiful smile away? Why had he gotten them all trapped here? Stupid, stupid, stupid. This could have been prevented in a thousand different ways. A hundred billion ways. If he had just stopped to think then-

"Can't sleep?" River said, standing up and staring at him.

"Nope," He whispered back before sitting cross-legged on the floor directly behind the glass. "I wish I could touch you right now."

She raised an eyebrow as if challenging him, "Really?"

Instead of returning her flirtatious grin he sighed with a light exasperation, "I don't mean it like that, really. I just want to hold your hand right now," His voice cracked a little as he realized how out of character this was more him.

Had he ever really, truly told River she was beautiful?

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I, uh, don't know what Nathaniel told you or did to you while I was gone, but I'm really sorry," Her eyes flickered to the ground.

"How did you know he did anything?"

"Bruises on you that weren't there before... And, if I'm honest, even this glass can't block out that smell of vomit," She squinted up her nose and he chuckled a little.

"Sorry about that," He stated simply. "You should go to bed, you need sleep."

She rolled her eyes at that, "You need it worse than I do."

"What? No I do-"

"Doctor," River groaned, sitting behind the glass, mirroring him. "Look at yourself. You're an absolute wreck. Get some sleep and pull yourself together. If I could go over there and comfort you I would but... Just imagine it, okay?"

The Doctor did just that, and he slept soundly and dreamlessly for the first time in a while.

Three hours into the same night, having easily slept through River and the Doctor's quiet conversation, John woke up from a similar nightmare. His dreams had never rotated around the Time War, seeing as it was a second-hand memory and wasn't so important. Instead most of his nighttime interruptions revolved around Rose and his constant worries for her.

As soon as they had moved in together, she had learned about the nightmares. Every time he had one she could tell and would wake up immediately, putting her hand on his temple and letting his mind know she was there and that she would always be there. Sometimes part of the nightmare leaked into her mind through this telepathy, but she never seemed to mind.

But this time there was no touching and no comfort as he rolled out of bed and shook uncontrollably. He needed to calm down immediately before it became a problem, he knew that, so he used the only solution he could think of.

"Rose?" He whispered to her cell.

"Mmm?" Rose replied softly into her pillow, not fully awake.

"I..." John swallowed and scratched his neck. "Had a nightmare."

Like a good wife, that caught Rose's attention. She got out of bed and stared at him witb all the sympathy she could put into one gaze. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shrugged a little, however Rose knew this meant yes so she nodded, urging him to speak to her and tell her about his dream.

"You died... And it was his fault," John said under his breath, nodding at the Doctor's cell to his right. "And I was so mad, so, so angry, Rose. I've never been that angry. So first I screamed at him and he just kind of took it at first, you know? But that made me even angrier, because he needed to reply to me, he couldn't just accept the fact that he had done it. So I hit him and asked him to talk to me. He still didn't. And I hit him and hit him until..." His voice broke out into sobs and Rose wanted more than anything to go and hug him.

"It wasn't real," She assured him gently, "I'm alive."

"But it could be the future, Rose," John practically growled at her.

The Doctor lay in his bed wide awake, hearing every word. And the Oncoming Storm was terrified.

A/N: Reviews make the Oncoming Storm less terrified! :D