Honey awoke to the sound of voices. She couldn't open her eyes or move her limbs but her ears worked perfectly. She recognised the Professor but there was another voice, a female voice, in the room as well.

"Is there any change?" That was the Professor.

"Nothing. I think perhaps you gave her too high a dosage." The woman now.

"Impossible. She was weighed and assessed the night before. The amounts I applied should have been just enough to put her to sleep and induce a dream state."

"She is dreaming but her levels are nothing out of the ordinary. Is it possible that she mislead you?"

"No. I can sense I liar and that she is not."

The pair continued for sometime speaking in medical terms that were lost on Honey. So, they think I'm still asleep and that I didn't dream of the Doctor," she thought as she lay there silently.

Honey had in fact dream of the Doctor but the dreams had been repeats, in a way. She had watched the same adventures up to a point. In these new dreams everything had ended differently. In one Rose had not been able to look into the heart of the TARDIS and the Doctor had been forced to activate the Delta Wave, killing all the Daleks and himself as well. In another he had been unable to find his way through a maze on the impossible planet and had fallen into a black hole along with the body of the devil while its mind escaped.

All the dreams were horrific and ended with the Doctor's death. If Honey hadn't had such a clear memory of her past dreams of the Doctor she would easily have thought that something tragic had happened to him. But even if they were repeats they had still been as convincing as her other dreams. Honey was curious as to why their machines were not picking it up but was also glad that they couldn't.

She focused again on what was being said around her.

"How long has she been under, Hayden?"

"Nearly 5 hours now. More than enough time for the sedative to wear off and for her to enter a natural sleep state."

So it's nearly midnight. No one will even start looking for me until tomorrow afternoon, Honey realized. In the panic that washed over her she nearly opened her eyes and tried to sit up. If she did that who was to say that they wouldn't just drug her again and force her back into unconsciousness. As long as she feigned sleep and the machine continued to show her as dreaming, Honey was safe. All she could do was pray that someone found her before she stopped being able to keep it a secret that she was awake and could hear everything they were saying.

"I am going back to my office for a bit of a nap, Verity. Please alert me if there is any change in her status."

"Professor, how long are we going to keep her like this?"

"For as long as we have to. Eventually her distress will begin to cause nightmares and then we will hopefully have the information we need."

Honey heard the door open and close as the Professor left. For as long as we have to. The words rang in her head, echoing between her ears. A million thoughts ran about her mind as she tried to figure out just what the Professor was after that he couldn't just ask her for. Whatever it was she had to get out of here and soon. The drugs were beginning to wear off and with only the other woman in the room maybe Honey would be able to escape. She would never be able to overpower Professor Delano but another woman… . Honey was no weakling. There was every chance that she would be able to overcome a smaller woman or even someone her own size or bigger.

Hope began to grow in Honey's heart. As it grew so did the grogginess that often follows a drug induced stupor. Honey could tell that she was beginning to drift off. She knew she wouldn't sleep for long, not in the state she was in. She never slept long or well when she was worried. There was nothing she could do but let the waves of sleep wash over her.

Her breathing grew shallow and the warmth of pre-sleep spread across her skin. As she sank almost gratefully into a deep coma like state the last thought on her mind was Doctor, help me. I need you.